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Like We Just Met [ZCL] (M)

Description: Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever.

Genre: Fluff (literally SO MUCH FLUFF we love Chenle in this house go away if you don't) // Smut

Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (it's actually sweet this time am I feeling okay), talks about marriage etc etc. Nothing really dark or upsetting in here.

Word Count: 11,292 (y'all I have no idea how this happened...)

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. the rest of the Dreamies)

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Author's Note: Lowkey? This was so fun because it's from Chenle's POV...or it's supposed to be haha. This is probably my favorite fic I've ever written catch me crying in the corner...also this gif don't mind the real tears in my eyes

Nobody questioned Renjun when he said he’d invited his friend to dance practice. They brought friends in every now and then, so it wasn’t anything new. Chenle was having a bit of an off day. He kept screwing up the choreography (that he’d done seven hundred times probably in the past week alone) and even accidentally elbowed Jaemin.

Renjun’s friend had yet to show up. Chenle was beyond frustrated with the way things were going, so he let everyone know he was taking a break. He grabbed his water bottle and stomped out of the practice room.

He ended up a bit down the hallway, resting his back on the wall with his eyes closed. All he needed was a break. That had to be it.

“Are you okay?” a soft voice asked.

When he looked at you, he recoiled a bit. He’d never seen you before—he’d definitely remember—but something about you felt familiar. Like a warm aura surrounded you and infiltrated him in the best ways.

“You’re Chenle, right?” You tilted your head at him. “I’m Renjun’s friend, (Y/N). I was supposed to watch practice, but I got lost. This building is pretty big.”

“Yeah, I’m Chenle.” He blinks at you a couple more times. “Um, we’re always in the same practice room. I’ll take you over there.”

“Actually, is there a place to get some water? I forgot mine at home.” You scratched the top of your head and scrunched up your nose. “It was really hot outside.”

“It’s on the way.” He gestured down the hall with his head.

You followed him without hesitation. He was acutely aware of every step you took, of how there was only a few feet between the two of you. Even though he had no clue what to say to you, you didn’t mind walking along in silence. It was unlike him to be shy. Next to impossible for him to be starstruck.

“How long have you known Renjun for?” he asked. And why the hell had you not come around sooner?

“Oh.” You took a deep breath and pursed your lips in thought as Chenle stopped to grab you a water bottle from the kitchen. “Four years now? Five? His family knows mine, so when I came back here, his parents told him he had to help me find my way around.”

“Well, today’s pretty laid back,” Chenle explains. “We’ll probably practice for another hour or two and then go home. We’ve been at it all day.”

You hum in response, opening the cap and taking a sip. “Thank you for this. Sorry to keep you from practice.”

“Don’t be. I’m ready to get the hell out of here.” Chenle chuckles, gaze drinking you in when you’re distracted by your water. “And…they can be a little…much at first. But they’re all great people, so you’ll be fine.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m nervous.” You narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

He bit back a smile, pressing his lips into a thin line instead. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Renjun has given me plenty of warnings,” you tell him.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t taken you to the practice room yet. The two of you stood in the kitchen, but he knew the second you were with everyone else, the conversation was over. He didn’t want to stop talking to you, and that odd feeling of warmth settled into his chest.

“Like what?” Chenle raised his eyebrows.

“He said you’re cranky and mean.” You smiled at him, and he swore he was almost knocked off his feet. There was something about you that drew him in.

Chenle made a mental note to scold Renjun later, but he’s not necessarily wrong…he was cranky until he saw you.

“Well, in that case, what he said about everyone else is probably accurate, too.”

“You don’t look cranky,” you interjected. “You’re not mean either. Mean people don’t get strangers water bottles.”

“I’m mean to Renjun. And Jisung.”

“They’re your friends. You get a pass for your friends.” You slid one of your hands into the back pocket of your jeans, rocking on the balls of your feet as silence befell the room.

“They’re waiting for me,” Chenle says. “We should go.”

You nodded in agreement and followed him. He sulked a bit when the other members were introduced to you. They were all nice—because they always were—but when it came time to get back to practice, he found himself gravitating toward you several times.

Nearly every time he looked at you, you were already looking at him, too. Maybe it wasn’t just him that felt the weird tug. He hoped it wasn’t.

After they wrapped everything up, Chenle sat against the back wall, feeling so heavy as if he could fall asleep right there. He was exhausted.

Jaemin, Jeno, Donghyuck, and Mark were already on their way out the door, leaving Jisung to slump next to Chenle and Renjun to talk with you. Jisung noted how he was watching you, but he didn’t say anything right away. He drank his water and stayed quiet.

You said something to Renjun, who smiled at you and nodded. He headed for the door and waited for you outside. When Chenle realized you were coming over to him, he shot a worried glance over at Jisung.

“Would you look at that?” Jisung cleared his throat. “Time for me to go.”

Before Chenle could even grab him, Jisung was halfway to the door. Once you were in front of him, you sat down and crossed your legs.

“You did really well today.”

He chuckled. “I think that’s the worst I’ve done this comeback season.”

“Then you’re in pretty good shape.” You shrugged, picking at the seam of your jeans. “I wanted to thank you. For helping me earlier.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” he said. “You’re Renjun’s friend. Of course, I’d help you.”

“Right.” You brushed your hair over your shoulder and prepared to stand up. “I should go—”

“Will you be coming back?” The question shot out of his mouth, sending a blush to his cheeks in response.

“I’m not sure,” you told him. “That’s up to Renjun I guess. It was really cool to see how passionate you guys are.”

“Let me give you my number.” Chenle grabbed his phone from his pocket. “Um, just in case you get lost again. And need help finding the room.” He cringed at himself, hoping he wasn’t going to get rejected.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gave him the tiniest smile, but it made his heart flutter anyway.

He handed it to you with the contact app open. You didn’t even hesitate to type in your name and number. After, you sent yourself a text, and Chenle heard it ring in your back pocket. You gave it back to him, grinned, and left him sitting there in shock.

He couldn’t choose between staring at you as you left and looking down at your contact open on his screen. His stomach twisted with nerves, but the second he saw the smiley face emoji you’d put next to your name, he already knew.

You were going to be someone to him.

Mark drops something in the kitchen, snapping Chenle out of it. He looks at you, and you smile back at him. With you pressed into his side and your legs over his lap, he can’t help but grin right back.

His hand rests on your thigh, thumb sliding gently back and forth as he presses a kiss to your temple. He’d never get used to this.

After returning from the kitchen, Mark allows the game to resume. His nose scrunches as he glances between you and Chenle. “That’s a weird ass question.”

“Not weird.” Chenle shakes his head. “Critical thinking, Mark, you should try it.”

“Oh, be nice.” You shove his shoulder.

For a while now, Chenle has felt his feelings growing more than he thought possible. He’s already in love with you (thankfully, since you’ve been together almost a year now), but something about you lately has him on a whole other level. Even then, he’s not sure what it is. He decides he’ll ride it out for a while and see where it takes him.

“Why would you ask your girlfriend what year she’d take a time machine back to? Shouldn’t she be like…happiest now?” Mark asks, sipping on whatever mixed drink he’d prepared in Chenle’s kitchen.

“You’d think.” Chenle snorts, leaning back against the couch and throwing his arm around you.

“He asks me questions like this all the time,” you tell Mark. When you steal a glance at your boyfriend, his breath catches in his chest.

What the hell is going on with him lately? He can’t concentrate around you (even more than usual) and every tiny thing you do has his heart hammering against his ribcage. Soon enough, he’s sure you’ll both hear the bones crack.

“Has anyone, by chance, ever told you two that you’re gross?” Mark chuckles to himself and leans back in the recliner. “Some of us are single and lonely, you know.”

“Some of us will never be that again,” Chenle shoots back.

“Oh, you two are the worst.” Your laugh echoes pleasantly in his ears, and he subconsciously leans closer to you.

“I am curious what your answer is, though,” Mark interjects. “Since Chenle’s so sure.”

Chenle takes a sip of his own drink, nearly cringing at the bitter taste dragging down his throat. He’s not much of a drinker—social at best. But he can still appreciate the buzz and the hazy happiness that comes with it. You take his hand that dangles over your shoulder, twirling the friendship ring wrapped around his middle finger. The action is so, so simple, yet it makes his stomach turn.

If he doesn’t figure out what the hell’s going on with him soon, he’s gonna have to separate himself from you.

“Well, you’re right.” You shrug, shuffling closer to Chenle. “This part of my life has definitely been the best. But if I could go back to any time, it would probably be when we met. You only get to meet Zhong Chenle once in your life, dude. I’d do it over and over again if I could. The second I saw him, I knew he would be important to me.”

Chenle thinks back to the moment he first saw you. The way he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you like an actual child or the way he took in every detail of you to store in his mind forever—just in case he never got to speak to you again. He pauses, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he analyzes your answer.

Mark groans. “That doesn’t count! That was last year.”

Grabbing the pillow next to him, Chenle throws it at his friend. “Leave her alone, it was a good answer.”

But when he contemplates that thought, he’s not sure he understands what you mean. His ears burn, the tips of them turning red as he recalls how embarrassingly nervous he was around you all the time. How awkward all of your firsts together were. Everything now is so much better than back then.

Not to mention he’s looked at you the same way since that first night. His feelings for you have grown, sure, but those butterflies he used to get still torment him just about every time he sees you smile.

“Why?” Chenle finally asks.

“You were so cute,” you hum, shifting closer to him. “Everything made you nervous. You almost keeled over in embarrassment when you asked to hold my hand.”

Mark laughs, and Chenle sends a glare his way. No part of that is even anywhere near funny.

“Okay, it's your turn.” Mark gestures at you.

Chenle resists the urge to reach over and touch your face. Usually, he’s so much better about being so clingy in front of his friends and, while he would prefer Mark not seeing this side of him, he couldn’t care less when his gaze is locked with yours.

“Cool.” You nod, taking a sip of your drink. “Both of you. Hypothetical situation. Let’s say you’re drunk. You walk into a room and everyone you’ve ever loved is in there. Like…loved. Who are you going to?”

“Dude.” Mark’s jaw drops. “That’s such a shitty question for me.”

“You’ll live,” Chenle replies. “Just romantic love?”

“All of it. Platonic, romantic, family.” You purse your lips in thought.

Chenle doesn’t have to think about it. Not really. He’d rather get struck by lightning and then hit by a bus right after before admitting that so easily in front of Mark. In this case, it’s always been you. From the second you spoke to him for the first time, he was irrevocably yours. 

“You.” Chenle watches your eyebrows raise.

“Be serious,” you say. “Your parents are included in that.”

“I’m serious. You.” Chenle chuckles.

You give him a pointed look, but that’s when Mark cuts in.

“No, he’s for real. Like…that legitimately happened.” Mark leans forward, elbows digging into his thighs as he rests his head in his palms. “Do you guys not remember?”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, frowning.

Chenle remembers. Barely, and it’s a bit foggy, but it comes back like a baseball bat upside the head as Mark starts telling the story.

Chenle’s birthday party last year. The night was barely halfway through and he was drunk enough to be stumbling over his feet. He’d heard you were coming, but he had yet to see you. Even when every other feeling was numbed by the tingling sensation the alcohol left behind, his craving to see you was all that remained. 

Mark walked next to him, having a full conversation with himself since Chenle was so fog-brained. As much as he loved Mark, there was only one person he wanted to see. Everyone he knew and loved was here—his parents, the rest of his group, and Jisung had somehow forgotten to uninvite Chenle’s ex.

He only ever dated one person before you, but he wasn’t sure he ever loved her. Regardless, there she was. Even with her standing across the room from him, he kept waiting like a lost puppy.

When you walked in, he swore the whole world stopped around him. Everyone but you was moving in slow motion before they eventually faded into nothing, darkness that was emphasized by the light you were. His breath caught in his throat, and he stopped walking.

Chenle couldn’t form a coherent thought while he stared at you, drunken stupor making it so much easier to forget the embarrassment. Mark watched him curiously as Chenle made his way over to you. He refused to waste any more time when he knew you were the one he wanted to talk to.

You had always been more confident around him than he was around you. Your face lit up when you saw him, wrapping your arms around him. He secured you in his grasp, breathing in the scent of your hair and the perfume you wore.

“Happy birthday.” Your voice is muffled a bit by his T-shirt. “Sorry I’m late, took a bit longer to get ready than I thought it would.”

He knew he should’ve let you go. People were starting to notice the way he was clinging to you, and not even being drunk could excuse that behavior. He was about ready to tell everyone except you to leave. Nothing else mattered. If he could spend his birthday with you, it would be the best one yet.

It’d been two months since Renjun had introduced you to the rest of them. Which means, he’s only known of your existence for two months, and you already command so much of his brain matter that he can’t think of anyone but you. Great.

He finally (reluctantly) let you go and led you over to the rest of the group. Nobody said anything when he made Mark scoot over so you could sit next to him. Nobody questioned it. His parents would ask him about it later, but until then, there was no reason for him to worry. After all, his crush on you was the most obvious thing in the world, so it was only a matter of time before you found out about it.

By the end of the night, he hadn’t spent enough time with you. People were starting to shuffle out, but you stayed, chatting with Renjun until only four remained. Chenle’s parents had gone to bed long ago. You were almost caught up to him on drinks, your laughs longer and your movements slower.

Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have been as brave as to walk up to you and ask you to stay the night. He didn’t mean it in a suggestive way, either. He just didn’t want you to leave yet.

“Chenle,” Renjun scolds, swatting his shoulder. “You can’t ask something like that so casually.”

“You want me to stay here? With you?” Your voice was higher than normal. Chenle accredited it to the alcohol raging in your system.

“I like when you’re here.” Chenle nodded. “You make everything calm.”

Renjun scrunched up his face, slamming his forehead into his palm. “(Y/N), you should probably go home—”

“No, it’s okay.” You brushed him off. “I’m okay with staying.”

Oh, he was in love with you. There was no other explanation for the way his heart skipped a beat when those words came out of your mouth.

Chenle doesn’t remember the rest of that night, but he does recall waking up next to you in the morning and freaking out. Alcohol made him brave, but it didn’t save him from the red-hot embarrassment of the next day.

“I didn’t even realize…” you trailed off, a small smile forming on your face. “You picked me.”

“I’ll always pick you,” Chenle responds easily, like second nature.

Mark decides it’s time for him to leave, but Chenle’s mind is still reeling with memories. With all of the firsts you said you wished you could relive. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t figure out what the fuck this feeling is. As the two of you climb into bed, he’s so distracted, he can’t fall asleep, even with you curled into his chest.

“(Y/N),” Chenle groaned when he saw you in the practice room mirror. “You gotta stop showing up here if you don’t want me to fall in love with you.”

It was a joke. Sort of.

“Right, and let you forget to eat? I think not.” You fought back every time, unphased by the way he so casually admitted he’s starting to fall for you.

At least, that was his idea of admitting it.

You walked over with the bags in your hand, sitting down on the practice room floor next to him. 

“I haven’t even been here that long,” Chenle defended himself. “I would’ve eaten after I left.”

You unloaded the contents, opening boxes. “I can go if that’s what you want.”

“Not what I said.” For some reason, he felt a sudden burst of courage. He’s known you for four months at this point, and something about today felt…right. “I was serious, you know.”

“About what?” You grabbed the drinks from the carrier.

“You.”

“What?” You recoiled, looking at him in confusion.

He contemplated telling you to forget it. That it didn’t matter, and thank you for the food instead. If you didn’t feel the same way for him, he’d be devastated. And then you’d leave him for good and take all the food with you. He was starving.

“If you keep doing nice things for me, I’m gonna fall for you.” As if he hasn’t already.

You paused, but Chenle didn’t miss the blush on your face. Clearing your throat, you looked away from him and took a deep breath. His fists clenched as he awaited your rejection, but the longer the silence stretched, the more he felt you might want him to.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it,” you finally said and brushed your hair behind your ears. Reaching forward for the food again, you gave Chenle a shocked look when he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re right. I’m not going to fall for you. I already did.”

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as his words settled in the air around both of you. With his heart racing, he released your wrist and intertwined your fingers instead.

“I really, really like you.”

“You should really eat your food before it gets cold.” You pulled your hand from his and pushed the box closer to him.

He stared blankly at the wall, noting the sudden chill on his skin that you left behind. A sinking feeling encapsulated his chest, and he knew he ruined everything. You looked like you were ready to run.

“Forget I said anything,” he told you. “I’m sorry if that was weird.”

“Eat,” you commanded again. “I’m not talking about this with you until I know you’ve eaten. If you don’t, we’ll go off on a tangent and you’ll be starving all night.”

“Does that mean you—”

“Yes, Chenle.” You interrupted him. “Yes, I really, really like you too, which is why I want to make sure you eat.”

At that moment, Chenle realized that if he walked outside and randomly dropped dead, he’d be okay with it now that he’s gotten that confession out of you. There wasn’t a damn thing that could top that. Everything else in life would be subpar to today, so there was no point in trying.

You and Chenle ate in silence. He kept stealing glances at you, catching you doing the same to him. If all he had to do in order to get you to talk about your feelings with him was eat, he’d do it, albeit probably a bit too fast for his own good.

Chenle runs his fingers through his hair, his thumb tracing gentle shapes against the bare skin of your arm. These memories have no business popping up in the middle of the night. He has practice tomorrow. He’ll be so off his game, the other members will want to kill him.

Usually, he has no problem falling asleep, especially with you right beside him. Over the past year, you’ve probably spent more nights with him than you have at your own place. He teases you for it all the time, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Closing his eyes, he listens to the soft sounds of your breathing and allows himself to feel the way your body slots with his so easily. Everything about you is perfect. About the two of you together. He would toss and turn, but no way is he going to disturb you. Even if he can’t sleep, he’d never screw up your schedule on purpose.

“It’s so pretty.” You were in awe, staring at the sunset from Chenle’s backyard. He’d set up a picnic date for the two of you, and afterward, you were watching the sun fade below the treeline while lying on top of a red blanket.

His fingers were intertwined with yours, something that had become so normal for you. Two weeks since his confession, and it was the second date he planned. He wondered, obsessed over, even, what your thought process was on all of this. Were you happy? Did he make you happy?

He wanted to kiss you when he confessed to you. And while he came close to it on your first date, he decided against it. It had to be perfect. Nothing was good enough for you in his mind, especially when all he wanted was to make sure you knew just how he felt about you.

How was he supposed to tell you that?

He’d already said he fell for you, but that didn’t begin to cover it. Not really. You made him want to put in effort, made him crave your happiness like it was the very oxygen he breathed. At the same time, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t want to kiss you. Hell, he’d already dreamed of it, for fuck’s sake, so that definitely wasn’t the issue.

Lost in thought, he’s only snapped out of it by the way you rolled over, lying on your stomach so you can get a good look at his face. You rested your head on your right palm, your left finding his bicep.

“You’re so perfect,” he hummed, twirling your hair with his fingers. “Could look at you forever.”

“Some people might have an issue with that.” You laughed.

“We’re the only ones that matter,” he responded.

Your smile slowly faded, a look of longing replacing it as your gaze softened.

God, he wanted to kiss you. He needed to.

All thoughts of the perfect moment have fled from his brain. Any moment would be perfect as long as it’s you.

He sat up and you leaned forward, and before he knew it, his nose brushed yours. Your eyes fluttered shut in preparation. The heat of the sun sank into his skin. Your perfume wafted from you, intertwining with the air and suffocating him in the best ways. If he could pick one scent to smell for the rest of his life, it would be yours.

Was it normal to have these thoughts so early?

Why was he thinking of that right now? Literally the worst possible time.

“Can I?” he whispered, scared to ruin everything.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left your mouth, he kissed you. Everything about you was soft, so he shouldn’t have been so surprised to find your lips the same way. His hands shook as he touched your waist.

He was already in big trouble. There wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to stop there. His heart thudded so loud, he was halfway sure you could hear it, too. It felt like sparks flew between you two, absolute electricity coursing through every single one of his veins, heating up his bloodstream and making the thought of pulling away from you the absolute worst case scenario.

You moved away first, gasping for breath. Chenle craved tugging you back to him. His body reacted to you in ways it had never reacted to anyone else. He didn’t want to take it too far, but he sure as hell didn’t want to stop, either.

He couldn’t describe the way you felt. The way you tasted. Everything about you was so heart-achingly perfect, he wanted to experience you all the time. He wanted to rewind time so he could kiss you again for the first time, and he’d do it over and over and over again.

Something about first kisses set him on fire. He was absolutely sure he’d kiss you more. In fact, he was seconds away from it. But the adrenaline coming from the very first brush of your lips on his wasn’t something he’d ever be able to recreate.

“Again.” You leaned in once more.

He met you in the middle eagerly, hand finding the back of your head before he turned you so you were lying on your back. Half of his weight pressed against you, but he did his best to keep himself lifted up so you weren’t uncomfortable.

Unforgettable heat swarmed him, the sun caressing his skin as your fingers gently traced down the back of his neck. Goosebumps formed, but he could hardly pay attention to them. The entire world was gone, and you were everything, the only person remaining in a sea of nothingness. He wanted you. Needed you.

This was technically your second kiss, but in his mind, it was still the first since they happened almost at the same time. He hadn’t stopped to take a breath in much too long, but he’d rather suffocate than separate from you.

He stopped when your breath hitched, completely lost in the sound. When he wasn’t focusing on your mouth anymore, he realized why—his hand had somehow found its way to your upper thigh. His face burned as he removed it.

“I didn’t…” he trailed off, scanning over your face for any hint of what you were feeling. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

You chuckled at him, pushing his shoulder. “You wish that excuse would work on me.”

The sky faded into a beautiful lilac color, the kind that only appeared when the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Clouds drifted effortlessly, stars beginning to shine.

“Should we go inside?” Chenle asked. “It’ll get cold without the sun.”

Whenever he looked at you, he knew you were different. He couldn’t place how, but nobody else had ever made him feel the way you do. Like his heart was going to burst out of his chest while simultaneously stopping and also skipping every other beat. He didn’t even know how he was alive anymore.

In the last two weeks since his confession, the boys had told him how much happier he was. How he was striving with more effort lately and trying his best at any given moment of the day. You were his motivation. You made him want to be the absolute best he could be, and even as new as the relationship was, he’d already known you for months—he was nervous about you deciding you wanted something else. Someone who wasn’t him.

The moment before replayed in his head, and he heard that breath hitch on repeat while he awaited your answer. He did his best to stop thinking about it, but nothing worked. All he wanted to do was kiss you again, over and over and over until the literal end of time.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Let’s go inside.”

His cheeks redden just thinking of that memory. The first time he ever kissed you, and he royally fucked up because his hand didn’t know how to stay put. At this point, it’s clear he’s not going to be able to fall asleep. He hates the idea of leaving you in bed alone, but he’s only going to disturb you if he doesn’t plan on sleeping.

Sliding away from you carefully, he quietly gets up and heads into the kitchen. He runs his fingers through his hair. His hands down his face. He must be sentimental today, because he can’t stop thinking about you for the life of him. Every memory from the last year pokes at his head, and he has no clue how to handle it.

Patting his cheeks, he heads over to the fridge to grab a water bottle. Photos of the two of you are framed up on the wall. There’s one picture in particular he always says is his favorite, but he refuses to tell you why.

The two of you were sitting on the floor, and you had the cutest glare on your face. He sees the adoration gleaming in your gaze even though you look about ready to strangle him. In your defense, you probably were. He lets out a tiny laugh, tracing over the frame. 

There’s even one with Chenle between you and Jisung, and a group picture with you and the boys. Chenle loves his friends dearly, and the way they’ve welcomed you with open arms says a lot about both your relationship with them and his potential future with you. Everyone in his life loves you. You’re the one they call when Chenle’s upset or if he’s off his game, and no matter when or where this is happening, you show up to make him feel better.

He could be having the worst day of his entire existence, and a simple ‘I love you’ passing from your lips has him forgetting everything shitty about the world. Looking back at the pictures, he’s drawn back into memory.

He heard the birds outside his window before he saw the gleaming sun. His eyes fluttered open while he groaned quietly at the sudden change of brightness. Your body was like a fireball, your skin searing hot against his, but it did little to bother him. His groan turned into a sigh of content, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter. Fingertips trailing down your bare spine, he kissed your forehead.

Three months together, and every night spent with you made him fall deeper in love. He’d never known peace as he did at that moment. No interruptions, just the two of you basking in each other’s embrace.

He could’ve stayed like that forever—he wanted to, but glancing at the clock, he realized how close it was to noon. Jaemin would be there soon, and the last thing Chenle needed was him in his house when you were naked in his bed.

He reluctantly got up, dressing himself before grabbing some clothes for you. You have a drawer, multiple, actually, but he picked his own T-shirt for you to wear. When he made it over to you, you were stirring.

“You got up.” You pouted at him, staring at him through half-closed eyes. “And you have clothes on.”

Chenle laughed. “Sorry, love. Jaemin will be here soon.”

“It’s that late?” you asked.

Chenle nodded, setting the clothes down next to you. He kissed you softly, gently, a kiss so barely there it left you leaning forward to try to continue it. Cupping your cheek, he brushed his thumb along your skin.

You didn’t need help getting dressed, but he did it anyway. He loved the way you looked in his T-shirts, and even though it’s long enough to cover you, no way he’d risk it. Once you were finished, the two of you got ready for the day. You brushed your teeth together, he watched you brush your hair, and by the time you’re done, Jaemin was walking in the front door.

The three of you sat on the floor around Chenle’s coffee table, playing a game. He can’t remember what the game was anymore, only that you were terrible at it and that he loved winning.

Jaemin teased both of you the whole time, ruffling Chenle’s hair on multiple occasions. As much as he’d love to deny it, Chenle enjoyed that Jaemin liked the two of you together. It was almost like an affirmation, even if he didn’t need one.

Being the professional picture-snapper he was, Jaemin took the picture now hanging up on Chenle’s wall. You, with your arms crossed over your chest and a big pout on your face, and Chenle, smiling widely at you with such adoration in his eyes it should’ve been impossible.

“Lele?” Your soft voice breaks him away from his memory. He turns to you quickly, heart instantly halting in his chest when he sees his shirt on you.

“What are you doing up?” he asks.

“I was gonna ask you that.” You rub your eyes, feet shuffling on the floor as you walk over to him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he replies and takes you in his arms with ease. “Didn’t want to bug you, sunshine.”

You don’t respond. All you do is bury your head in his chest and breathe him in. He runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. With all the lights off, the only illumination is the full moon outside as it casts shadows on the ground. The faint blue makes you that much more ethereal to him.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Mm,” you hum in response. “This is nice.”

Chenle smiles. “Yeah, it is. Always is.”

After a bit of silence and rocking you gently, an idea sparks. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, finding the playlist he made specifically for when he thinks about you, and sets it on the counter. You stare at him in tired confusion, but when one of his arms wraps around your waist, you catch on.

“What are you doing?” Humor is laced in your voice, but the sweet look on your face tells him his actions are making you happy. That’s his goal, constantly. All he wants is to make you happy.

“Checking something off the bucket list,” he replies, slowly turning you to the soft beat.

“Something’s missing,” you say as he twirls you.

He steals a glance at the way his shirt rides up your legs, showing just a peek of your panties beneath it.

“What?” he asks, pulling you back to him.

“Sing to me.” You place your hand on his chest.

His heart betrays him at that moment. It rages, and he knows you can feel it. Chenle sings in front of thousands of people all the time, but something about you is different. Something about you right now is different.

“What’s going on up in there?” You run your fingers through his hair. “You’ve been all weird today.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits. “Everything. From the moment we met up until this…it keeps repeating over and over again.”

“Welcome to my world,” you replied, grasping his shoulders. You massage them gently as you sway along with the music.

The confession from you makes him smile. At least he’s not the only one doing constant circles in his head. He calms a bit, and when a new song plays, he sings to you. Your body immediately relaxes into his, as if every stress you’ve ever had has left you without hesitation.

Chenle loves to sing. He does it all the time, and he only wants to keep getting better. To have someone like you as his partner, someone who supports him endlessly and genuinely loves his voice…it’s unparalleled.

He’s not sure how long the two of you are like this, or how long he’s singing for, but song after song, all he knows is that you’re smiling. You’re looking at him with unmatched adoration in your eyes, pure love. Nobody else has ever looked at him in this way, and he doesn’t want them to.

He wants to stay here with you and watch you love him in ways he’s never been loved before.

He stops. His singing fades out, and he furrows his eyebrows as he finally, finally realizes what’s been happening to him. You tilt your head, able to ask him questions without saying anything. His chest feels like it’s going to burst.

You’re it. 

You’re everything, and he’s going to marry you.

He’s going to spend the rest of his life striving to make sure you love him as much as you do right now, if not more.

It seems like you feel it, too. Your face softens and you reach up to trace along his cheekbone. He leans into your touch, chasing the warmth like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel it.

“I…” He takes a deep breath, shaking his head slowly. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

“I know.” You grin so wide, Chenle almost thinks it’ll split your face in two.

“Good.” He brushes your hair behind your ear. “I hope I’m doing a good job in showing you that every day.”

You pause, hands trailing down from his cheeks to his shoulders. “I have never once doubted that you love me, Lele. Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“I promise you I’ve never felt better,” he replies. “Just checking in with you.”

“You do so much more than you realize. No matter how busy you are, you text me to tell me you love me or that you’re thinking about me. You practice non-stop with the boys but you still make an effort with me when you could easily use that as an excuse. There is not one thing I could ask for that you don’t already do.” You press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll never doubt you.”

“Sometimes I worry,” he admits. “You make me…want to be better. In every way possible. In my career, in my life, with you. And if I’m not being better every day, then I don’t deserve you.”

“Chenle.” You give him a pointed look. “When I think back to the first day we met, I remember how…how you acted from the first time you spoke to me. At the time, I really thought I was crazy, but I knew you’d be someone to me. You didn’t even know me, but you were so kind. And now that we’re here like this, you haven’t changed. There’s no getting better. You’re already the best.”

“How do you do that?” He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“Do what?”

“Know exactly what to say.”

“That’s my special talent,” you tell him.

“We should get back to bed,” Chenle says, sleep weighing on him. “Meeting the boys tomorrow.”

He grabs his phone from the counter, his heart full and warm as he leads you back to his bedroom. This time, as he’s lying with you pressed to his chest, he’s able to fall into his dreamland.

Despite his lack of sleep, Chenle is full of energy the next day. He wakes up and makes you coffee just the way you like before sitting on the edge of the bed by your sleeping form. When he sets the cup on the nightstand, you stir, turning over to face him.

“You’re gonna be late,” you mumble, even though you have no idea what time it is.

Chenle chuckles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay? You can stay here if you want. Wanted to tell you I love you before I left.”

“Love you, too,” you say with a tired smile, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Drink your coffee before it gets cold. I’ll grab dinner for us on my way back.”

Walking away from you feels like someone’s trying to rip his heart out of his chest. You’re an extension of him at this point, and after his sudden realization last night, all he wants to do is spend the day curled up with you.

Luckily for him, his day passes by pretty quickly. He got a lot done today, and he was proud of that. You’d be proud of him, too. He’s itching to get home and tell you everything that happened. Staying true to his word, he picks up your favorite takeout.

He’s going to be honest with you about what was going on with him yesterday. It’s the right thing to do—and in a perfect world, you’ll feel the same way he does. He hasn’t felt this nervous since he admitted his feelings for you. Even though that side of him feels worlds away now, he remembers it like it was yesterday.

But the restaurant isn’t the only stop he makes.

He’s shaking by the time he gets back. Is a year really enough time? It is for him, but what if you think he’s insane?

When he arrives, he’s not expecting what you’ve done at all. The main lights are off, but a dim golden glow from the strips along the wall and the candles illuminate the room enough. He sets the bag down on the table, completely forgetting about the food as he searches for you.

“(Y/N)?”

“You’re earlier than I thought you’d be,” you tell him, walking out of his bedroom while still putting in an earring.

His throat dries. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words could ever justify the way you look right now. You put on a dress, one of his favorites, and he’s in jeans and a T-shirt.

You kiss his cheek. “I figured you deserve something nice to come home to.”

“You’re my something nice.” He wraps his arm around your waist. “Should I change?”

“We’re not going anywhere.” You shake your head. “Just relax and enjoy your gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Oh, I can get on board with that.” He allows you to lead him back to the table.

Once he’s taking the food out of the bag, he keeps stealing glances at you. You put in all this effort for him, and he knows how much work it must’ve been to hang up all these lights. The golden glow looks ethereal against your skin.

“Before we eat, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He clears his throat to stop it from collapsing in on itself, but it doesn’t work.

“What’s up?” You set your elbow on the table and rest your head on your palm. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s perfect, actually.” He takes a deep breath, reaching to grab your free hand. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You bite back a laugh.

“You can’t make fun of me for what I’m about to tell you.” He gives you the most serious look he can muster, and you nod.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you reassure him. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I…I want to love you forever.” He gulps. “And when I think of everything we’ve gone through and been through together, I seriously can’t imagine ever trying to have anyone else fill this spot you hold in my life.”

You perk up a bit, gaze staring into his. God, he loves how interested you are in what he has to say. How you’re listening to him so intently. His thumb rubs over your knuckles as he tries to think of the words he wants to use.

“I want to marry you. Call me crazy if you want, tell me you hate the idea, that’s fine, but I had to tell you. We obviously can’t get married now, or probably any time soon because of my contract, but I want you to know that it’s what I want. It’s what’s going to happen if you want it, too.”

You clear your throat and cover your mouth with your hand, eyes welling. Chenle’s heart aches seeing this reaction, knowing you feel as strongly as he does. He reaches into his pocket and puts a small box on the table in front of you.

“It’s not the real thing. Not yet. But I want you to know how serious I am, because if I was able to marry you, I would’ve done it yesterday.” He opens it, revealing a simple band in it. “Subtle enough where people won’t ask questions, but we’ll know.”

“Chenle, are you being serious right now?” You sniffle. “This is a very cruel prank.”

“The guys and I sat down together today to write a song. I think you’ll love it, so when we record it I’m sneaking you a copy. Anyway, we were there for twenty minutes, and words were just flowing out of me. I wrote about you. About how you make me feel, and I think anyone who knows about us will understand that when they listen to the song.”

He pauses to swallow past the lump in his throat.

“I want you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life proving to you why I deserve that. Let me put this ring on you, and this can be the start.”

You quickly wipe your face as you nod. He takes your left hand, grabs the ring out of the box, and slips it on your middle finger.

“One day, this will be real.” Chenle catches another one of your tears. “I love you. There is not one thing in this world that could change that.”

His heart pounds in his chest as he watches your reaction. He wants to touch you and kiss you after pouring his thoughts out to you, but he needs to make sure you’re feeling the same way. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you.

His palms are sweaty and he can barely sit still. You groan, giving one last aggressive swipe below your eyes before you launch up from your chair and end up in his lap. You bury your head in his neck, squeezing him tighter than you should. He instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, softly chuckling at your outburst.

“You better not change your mind.” Cupping both of his cheeks, you try your best to look angry. “If you do, I’m marrying you anyway.”

His own vision blurs at the sight of you. You love him as much as he loves you, and you want to be with him forever.

You want to be with him forever.

The emotions rioting inside him surprise even him, and he blinks quickly to try and suppress the tears. It’s no use, because as soon as you notice, you start crying again. He groans and drops his head back on the chair, squeezing you closer to him.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Chenle says.

“Kiss me, you idiot.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His mouth finds yours, both of you falling into each other’s rhythm. Saltiness from your tears lingers on your lips. He weaves his fingers through your hair, but no matter what he does, you’re just not close enough.

Pulling away from you, he rests his forehead on yours. “You should eat, sunshine.”

“You expect me to be able to eat after all of that?” You furrow your eyebrows. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

“You’ll be sad if it gets cold,” he reminds you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be sad again,” you whisper.

All thoughts escape him. Nothing else exists except for you, wrapped around him like a damn koala bear. He rests his hand on your thigh and lets your words sink deep into him.

Moments like these are hard to explain, he thinks. He’s only like this around you, so lost in his connection with you that he’s got nothing else on his mind. Anything and everything you say to him is tattooed in the darkest ink on his soul, until he’s covered in everything he wants to be for you.

“Promise me you’ll always look at me like that.” You break the silence, running your fingers through his hair and smiling.

“I promise.” He nods, barely realizing how he’s leaning forward.

Your eyes flutter shut as he inches closer. He kisses you softly, almost as if he fears he’ll break you. His fingers splay out across the small of your back and he traces shapes into the soft fabric of your dress. You’re overwhelming. His love for you is, too. So much so, he feels as if he’s going to burst out of his skin. He’s going to wake up and everything will have been a dream, because there’s no way he’d ever done anything in his life to deserve someone like you.

You hum into his mouth, rolling your hips once. His breathing stutters as his first instinct is to lift toward you. At first, he wants to stay like this, you clinging onto him like you’d be lost without him, but when you grind down a second time, he feels a twitch in his pants.

It’s been over a week since the last time he’s been inside you thanks to his schedules. And now you’re on top of him, wearing his favorite dress of yours, and kissing him like you’ll never be able to feel him again after tonight.

He’s tired, but he’s never too tired for you. Brushing your hair away, he leans down to kiss your neck, licking the expanse of your soft skin. Your pulse thunders beneath his tongue, and he has to fight the urge to bite down.

Touching you like this is different when he knows he’ll never lose you. You’re his forever.

His lips press against the sensitive spot below your ear, and the short moan escaping you just about sends him up the wall. When he pulls away to get a good look at you, your eyes are dark, lips already swollen from the way he kissed you.

He tries to catch his breath while he silently asks you if this is what you want. You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Standing, he lifts you up until your legs are secure around his waist, and he grabs your ass with one hand and the back of your head with the other.

Mouths attached, he doesn’t separate from you until he’s setting you down on his bed. He barely has time to appreciate the candles you lit in here, too, the soft scent of vanilla flooding his senses. You already try to push his T-shirt up, anything to feel his skin on yours. He obliges, pulling it over his head before returning to kissing you like his life depended on it. When your hands find the button on his jeans, he grabs your wrist.

“Patience, baby.” Chenle runs his fingers up and down your thigh. “We have the rest of our lives. Let me take my time with you tonight.”

Just like that, you’re putty in his hands. He smirks at the realization. Sneaking his touch up your leg, the hem of the dress moves to accommodate him. He stops when he feels the lace of your panties.

“Did you dress up for me twice, sunshine?” he hums.

“Always,” you say, shamelessly staring at his lips. “Do you love me, Chenle?”

His whole body vibrated from those words. They made him feel at a frequency he hadn’t quite reached yet, and all he wanted to do was rip that damn dress off.

“More than anything.”

He can’t really say it’s ‘like second nature’ anymore. There’s nothing second about it. This is you. Anything to do with you is first nature, no matter what it is. His world revolves around you, everything he does is based on what you want, and he wouldn’t change that in any way.

“Show me,” you whisper, so intoxicating he almost crumbles to his knees right in front of you.

How embarrassing that all it takes is two words to have him give in to you. He’s straining against his pants now, his cock aching to be free and buried inside you.

“Don’t worry. I will.” He kisses you again, soft and sweet like his hand isn’t so, so close to your dripping, eager core. Heat radiates from you, and all he wants is to be consumed by it.

He drags your panties down your legs, nails gently scratching your skin on the way down. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you try to regain your breath, but he loves the way you’re so desperate for him. The way you want him just as much as he wants you.

He doesn’t want to be patient anymore. Every cell in his body is urging him to connect with yours, but he wants to take care of you. That side of him always wins, otherwise both of you would probably be done already.

His finger dances along your entrance. He inhales sharply as your wetness coats his skin. You move your hips toward him, practically begging him for stimulation. He teasingly nudges your clit, pleasantly surprised by the way your body jolts.

Mouth brushing yours, he takes the second of distraction to slide two fingers inside you. As your lips part to release a moan, he mirrors the action, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly, slowly thrusts his hand.

Your walls squeeze so hard, he curses. He could fuck you a thousand times, and you’d still be as tight as you are right now. His heart goes straight into overdrive, but all the blood in his body is shooting down to his cock. He’s painfully hard, rocking back and forth gently.

He kisses you, lips working against yours in a perfect harmony. Your sounds are his favorite. He loves knowing it’s him making you feel this way, that he has the power to make your knees weak and your pussy throb.

He lets out a moan when he scissors his fingers, trying his best to prepare you. God, you’re so warm and wet and tight, he isn’t sure if he’ll be able to last long tonight. His pace quickens, sounds of your slickness filling the room.

You call out his name, back arching as you grasp desperately at his shoulders. He leans in and kisses your cheek, making sure to press his palm into your clit every time he’s knuckle deep. 

“You’re perfect, baby,” he whispers with his lips against your ear, voice rough. “I love you so much. So fucking much.”

You tense, pussy clamping down hard on his fingers as your hips buck. He swears he can see the pleasure running up your spine in the way you arch and shake. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he’s not in the right mind to care. Your mouth opens, sounds pouring out as you finish. He loves you all the time, but one of his favorite looks on you is when he watches you orgasm—your face so overcome with pleasure he caused…he would never get enough of it.

He keeps moving until he’s sure you’ve come down from your high. When he brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck your juices off, you watch longingly, the dark look in your gaze enough to have his cock twitching in his pants.

You slide off the bed, forcing him to take a couple steps back. He’s not sure what you’re going to do at first. Your struggle to reach your zipper, and as much as he wants to bend you over with the dress still on, he wants to be gentle with you tonight. He doesn’t get to make love to you often, and that’s all he’s going to do tonight.

Instead of watching you attempt to reach it, he turns you around and pulls you to him until your back is against his chest. His hand is splayed out across your stomach, holding you so you feel how hard he is.

“I’m going crazy,” you mutter, dropping your head back. “I need you so bad.”

He moves your hair out of his way, kissing the base of your neck quickly before he unzips you. Moving slowly on purpose, he lets his finger drag along your spine on the way down. You shiver, pushing yourself back into him.

“I’m gonna make love to you.” He finally lets himself bite down on your shoulder as he nudges the straps down. “For the rest of our lives. Nobody but me.”

“Nobody but you,” you respond, allowing the dress to pool at your feet.

He turns you around, hands immediately finding your ass and squeezing it. Within seconds, he has your bra unclasped and across the room. “So beautiful.”

When your hands find his jeans, he doesn’t stop you this time. You push them down his legs, desperate to have him inside you. Once his jeans are off, you palm him through his boxers, and he needs you so badly, that simple touch almost finishes him off. That would’ve been embarrassing.

He takes off the remaining fabric separating you two before leading you over to the bed. You lie in the middle, and he climbs on top of you. He kisses you passionately, tongue already dancing with yours, both of you more than ready. His cock is so hard, he’s only half convinced he won’t cum as soon as he’s in.

He nudges your clit with his leaking tip, moving down to your entrance to apply just enough pressure before pulling away. You whine, desperate for more.

“Chenle, please.”

His head dips down as he continues teasing you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. You whimper, running your fingers through his hair. Having you so desperate for him makes him want to give you everything you’re asking for, but something makes him wait.

“Please,” you cry out, lifting your hips up. “Need you.”

He’s ready to fall apart from you words alone. Pulling away from your chest, he reaches down to line himself up with you. He watches you closely as he pushes his throbbing cock into your quivering pussy. Your eyes roll back as you arch into him.

Your walls swallow him, velvet clamping down on him. He clenches his jaw as he bottoms out and fists the sheets next to your head.

“So perfect,” he whispers, kissing your jawline.

One of his favorite things about you is how unafraid you are to look at him. Pleasure weighs on your eyelids, and you try your best not to close them, but even like this, you never look away.

He’s fully inside you, his cock seated within your fluttering walls. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you, so he gently rocks his hips to help you adjust. He kisses you everywhere he can reach.

“You always take me so well,” he praises you, nipping the base of your neck.

He’ll never get over how perfectly he fits between your legs, like this space was made for him.

“Move,” you tell him, smacking his shoulder.

He lets out a soft chuckle, but lowers his mouth to yours as he starts a steady pace. You squeeze him so tight, it’s like your body doesn’t want to let him out of you. He pulls out until his tip is barely inside, and then pushes back in just as slowly. It wreaks havoc on your body, your wetness squelching every time he moves.

He wants you to feel all of him. Feel the entirety of his cock rubbing your walls with every thrust.

Somehow, it’s hotter this way. A thin sheen of sweat covers his skin as he takes his time with you. Sure, he gets sweaty when he fucks you, but nothing compares to the close intimacy of love making—his chest brushing against yours with every thrust, long, sweet moans filling the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“You sing so pretty,” Chenle mutters, tonguing the sensitive spot below your ear. “You like the way I feel?”

Before he can even process what you’re doing, you wrap your legs around his waist and roll until you’re on top of him. He’s flat on his back, eyes flitting along your body like he hasn’t had a real chance to see it yet.

Candle light illuminates your skin, and the sight makes his cock twitch. He runs his hands along your sides, squeezing your hips.

Chenle likes being in control. He likes guiding you in a way that has you both in shambles by the end, and he truly underestimated how beautiful you’d look on top of him. You lift up, teasing him as slow as he was moving with you, but between the sight and the feeling, he feels an all too-familiar tingling sensation at the base of his length.

It’s too soon for him, so he decides to tug you down, holding you there while his eyes close and his head thuds against the mattress. He doesn’t need to say a word to you.

“Chenle.” You stroke a hand down his chest. “It’s okay. You don’t need to hold back for me.”

“Just…need a second.” He gulps.

When he finally catches his breath, he sits up, chest pressing against yours.

“This was supposed to be about you,” he says, moving back slightly to fit his hand between the two of you. “Showing you my love and everything.”

He finds your clit with his thumb, staring at you intently as your wetness makes it easy for him to rub circles. His other hand still firmly grips your waist, which only allows you to squirm instead of bouncing on him like you crave to do.

“I need to move,” you whimper, grinding down. “Please.”

He nods, loosening his grip on you. You brace yourself on his shoulders, finally taking his cock the way you want it. His nails dig into your thigh while he continues his work on your bud, and it only spurs you on. You move faster, no doubt trying to chase your orgasm.

His moans get louder, matching yours. If his hands weren’t so occupied, he’d want to squeeze your ass or tweak your nipples. Anything to bring you higher. He changes the patterns his thumb rubs, and it’s like a jolt of electricity runs through your body.

You curse, dropping your head on his shoulder as you nod. “Don’t stop, Lele.”

With both of you hanging so close to the edge, he waits until you’re sitting back down on his cock to buck his hips up. He doesn’t want to finish first, but he’s so close, all the warning signs of his impending high are getting far too real.

“Gonna cum,” he tells you, releasing your thigh to grab your ass.

Your walls clamp down on him hard, a long, pleasured sound escaping you as you grind down on him. Back arching, your head falls back. Your orgasm hits both you and Chenle like a freight train, and within seconds, everything inside him explodes, and he’s spilling his cum deep inside you while telling you over and over again that he loves you.

You crumple into his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, whispering praises to you between head kisses.

“I’m gonna lay you down, sunshine,” he says.

You nod, and he turns you so he can put your back on the mattress. He carefully pulls out of you, putting his boxers back on before going into the bathroom to grab you a towel. This is one of his favorite ways to see you. Your eyes are closed, hands on your cheeks. You look like he’s fucked all the energy out of you, and he loves that he has the capability to do that.

He cleans you up, then grabs a clean pair of panties for you and one of his T-shirts.

“I have an idea,” he says.

“What is it?” You wrap your arms around him.

“You pick whatever movie you want, and I’ll go warm up your dinner?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

You fake a gasp. “Are you saying you’re going to feed me in bed?”

“After all of that, I’d agree to just about anything you want.” He chuckles when you shove his shoulder. Grabbing your hand, he twirls the band on your finger. “Wait here for me?”

When he walks out of the room, he stops at the doorway to watch you excitedly lunge for the remote. It doesn’t take long for him to warm up the food, turn off the lights, and blow out the candles in the kitchen.

The rest of the night is spent with the two of you sitting against the headboard, laughing along to your favorite movie while eating your favorite takeout. So many thoughts have come and gone from Chenle’s brain in the past couple days alone, but he’s more than happy he gets to sit here with you every night for the rest of his life.

He’s lost in your laugh and the way you smile at him and how you make his heart race with the simplest things. None of the other members knew about the ring he bought you, but he’ll tell them soon.

After the food is gone, Chenle cleans it up. There’s still half a movie left, so when he gets back, he pulls the comforter back so you can cuddle up to him for the remainder. Even though the candles have long since been put out, vanilla still clouds the air.

“Love you,” Chenle whispers, kissing your temple.

“Love you, too.” You sigh in content, resting your head on his chest.

He knows that means you’re only seconds from sleep, and he rubs your arm soothingly. The movie continues to play, but neither of you are paying attention anymore—you’re asleep, and Chenle’s thinking about what kind of wedding dress you’ll wear.

strike a pose - kmg & xmh

title: strike a pose pairing: xu minghao x f!reader x kim mingyu genre: smut (minors dni!), model!reader, photographer!mingyu, fashion designer!minghao warnings: explicit unprotected sex, threesome, oral (m. & f. receiving), praise, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, vv soft w.c.: 4.2k summary: you’re korea’s top model and today you have a photoshoot with your old college friend, kim mingyu, and the famous fashion designer, xu minghao a/n: this is obviously NOT how real modeling works at all but we’re gonna ignore that. also here's the inspo for the reader's lingerie she wears throughout the fic!!

“This is your last item on your schedule today, Miss L/N. It’s a photoshoot with Pledis Magazine for THE8’s new lingerie line,” your assistant tells you as you two walk out of your interview for Vanity Fair.

“Thank you Seungkwan. Would you perhaps know who the photographer will be?”

“Kim Mingyu, ma’am.”

Your mouth falls open a bit at this and you quickly close it before thanking Seungkwan again. You and Mingyu have a…complicated history. You two went to the same college back when you thought you were going to become a photographer and not a model.

Being in the same year and both photography majors you two got to know each other well. You guys were friends, but you were also more than that. You skirted around each other’s feelings for four years but nothing came out of it. You were then signed to different agencies and there you got scouted for modeling being told that “you’re too gorgeous to stay behind the camera”. You don’t run into him much anymore but there are a few rare occasions, like today, when you get him as your photographer.

You two pull up to the Pledis building and you’re brought to the photography studio. You’ve done photoshoots for Pledis before but you’re always paired with a random stylist and photographer. In the car you prepared yourself to see Mingyu, but you weren’t expecting to see Xu Minghao here as well. You know it’s his clothing line that you’re modeling, but at these kinds of photoshoots you never see the fashion designer first hand.

You’ve only met Minghao a handful of times at different fashion events but you never talk for long. You personally think he’s attractive enough to be a model as well with his smooth skin and silky hair.

“Well there she is.” It’s Minghao who addresses you when you step into the room.

Mingyu and Minghao are friends, you know this much. It’s not uncommon for the tabloids to catch them together going out for drinks or lunch. You think currently Mingyu is signed directly under Minghao as he does all of Minghao’s photoshoots.

“Hello Minghao, Mingyu.” You address Minghao with your next sentence. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Ah, one of my stylists is out sick today and I had some time to come help out myself. When else would I get the chance to style one of the biggest models in Korea.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You flush at his flattery.

“Ah, you’re too humble, Y/N. Now, let’s get you into hair and makeup. Then we can start dressing you. Or well, undressing you.” Minghao winks at you and your face heats up even more. You don’t know why you’re so affected by his words. It’s a dumb joke about how you’re going to be modeling underwear today and that’s all, he’s just teasing you. You’ve modeled lingerie before and you’re rarely ever affected by comments that are thrown your way, but with Minghao you can’t help it. The man is not only handsome but also talented and charismatic, you can’t help but be a bit flustered by him.

“It’s good to see you Y/N,” Mingyu says to you as Minghao walks off to talk to one of the make-up artists.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” You can’t seem to make eye contact with Mingyu. You instead stare at the camera in his hand. It makes you think back to your uni days, when you would go on photography dates and pass the time by going to photo museums and doing impromptu photoshoots together. It wasn't uncommon for you guys to edit your photos together while cuddled up on your bed while a movie played in the background.

You think that you loved Mingyu at one point. Hell maybe you still do. Nothing would surprise you anymore. Maybe that’s why you can’t make eye contact with him, scared that if your eyes meet his big brown eyes you’ll instantly fall for him again.

“Y/N! This is Mina, she’ll be doing your make up today,” Minghao calls you over and you finally break your stare from Mingyu’s hands to where the fashion designer is standing. You excuse yourself from the older man to go get ready for the shoot but you can feel his eyes follow you as you walk away.

“There are five sets that you’ll be modeling today. Does that sound okay to you?” Minghao asks you. You’re alone together in the dressing room. You’re wrapped in a black silky robe and sitting on the coach as Minghao stands in front of you next to a clothing rack.

“Sounds good. Seungkwan debriefed me when the original email came in and a bit in the car as well before we got here,” you explain.

“Yes, he seems like a good kid. And just making sure, I know you signed the contract already, but you are comfortable doing this, correct? I won’t mind if we have to push this back or even find a different model. Your comfort is of utmost importance.”

“Yes Minghao, I promise I’m okay with this. It’s not the first time I’ve modeled lingerie.” You appreciate his concern though, always the gentleman.

Minghao sends you a small smile. “Well then, let’s get started with the first set then.” He turns to the clothing rack and grabs the closest hanger. The piece he pulls out is a navy blue satin dress piece. The cups of the bra have lace detailing on them and the dress has small thin straps to hold it up.

You stand up and take the piece in your hands. It feels nice and light. There’s a partition for you to change behind and you’re about to walk behind it when you stop. “Should I uh,” you flush a bit, “wear anything under it?”

Minghao also flushes at this. He refuses to meet your gaze, staring at the wall instead. “W-whatever you’re comfortable with. It was made so you don’t, but since this is a photoshoot…”

“I see. Thank you.” You walk behind the partition and drop your robe. You’re in just a pair of plain black panties and a matching bra. You shuck both off before pulling the lingerie over your body. You decide to sans your panties and you step back out into the room.

“Oh wow, Y/N. You look incredible,” Minghao tells you and you blush a bit.

“Thank you. Does it look okay?” You walk back over to where the fashion designer is standing.

“More than okay. You look ravishing.”

You two walk back out to where Mingyu is and you notice the room is cleared of everyone besides Mingyu himself. “I thought it would be more comfortable if it was just us,” Mingyu explains. His voice sounds a bit tight and he can’t stop staring at you.

“Yes, that's nicer. Thank you.”

“We’re uh,” he clears his throat, “we’re going to shoot this more boudoir style so we can accent not only the lingerie but you as well. There’s a couch and a bed set up over there and I’ll help pose you.”

The first set you do a couple of basic boudoir poses. You lay on the bed, you stretch your body across the wall, you fold your legs under you as you sit on the couch, so on and so forth.

The next piece Minghao puts you in is another dress but this time it’s black and sheer and looser around your body. You wear a pair of small black panties under it and when you walk out Mingyu is nearly drooling over you.

“Oh wow, Y/N.”

“Like what you see?” You do a small twirl for him, a blush fanning your cheeks.

Mingyu gulps thickly before realizing that he has a job to do. To hide his embarrassment he quickly gets you into position for the next shot. Mingyu can barely meet your eye during the whole shoot, all of his requests coming out in a meek voice.

The next set is ruby red and velvety. It has lots of straps and you feel a bit awkward trying to figure it all out so you call for Minghao. With your permission he steps behind the partition to see you struggling to fit into the piece correctly.

“May I touch you?”

The context of the question is innocent but you can’t help but get flustered over it. “Y-yes.”

Minghao’s fingers tug at the choker and waist piece gently. “This piece needs to go on before the bra. Here, let me help you.” He undoes the piece from your neck and lets it hang off your waist before his fingers flit to the bra clasp. “May I take this off? I promise it’s nothing but professional.”

You can’t find your words so you just nod. With permission Minghao unclasps the bra and pulls it away from your body. You’ve modeled revealing clothes before, but being actually naked feels completely different. It’s vulnerable.

To Minghao he’s probably done this a million times but you normally dress yourself at shoot and only have the stylist help you when you’re fully covered, and even at that they’re always female stylists.

You fight the urge to cover up your chest as Minghao makes quick work of placing the pieces in the correct order, his fingers flitting over your warm bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Once the lingerie is all set into place you thank the designer in a small voice before scuttling back out to Mingyu.

This time he makes use of the bed, having you stretch your body out so he can take full body shots. After that he has you rest on your knees. “Cross your arms at your wrists and then bring them up to rest on your head. Yeah and then arch your back a bit. Just like that. Can you spread your legs more?”

“O-oh?” You squeak out.

“N-not like that!” Mingyu’s face grows red when he realizes what he just implied. Mingyu snaps the photos and is quickly changing you to your next pose, too flustered to keep you in this pose for long.

The fourth set Minghao has designed is baby pink with a corset like top and small sheer bottoms that don’t leave much up to imagination in your lower regions. Just like earlier you feel vulnerable and you’re about to tell Minghao you can’t do this set but the way he looks at you when you walk out from behind the petition helps fuel your confidence a bit. You’re even more confident when Mingyu’s eyes land on you when you walk out to him. He can barely take his gaze off your you, his eyes lingering on the panties for a while.

It's now that you can see the half hard-on Mingyu is sporting in his pants. It’s mostly covered by his dark pants but when he moves just right you’re able to catch a peek at you. It fills you with embarrassment and a bit of pride knowing that you did that to him. It also fills you with a bit of lust. 

“Can you touch yourself?”

“Y-you’re so shameless today Kim Mingyu,” you stutter over your words, your voice tense.

“Y/N,” he whines. “I’m trying to stay professional here, can you please do the same?”

“You’re the one asking me to touch myself!”

“That’s not what I meant!”

You’re both fully flustered now, blushes covering both of your bodies. You avoid eye contact as you finish up the rest of the photos for this set. As you walk back to the dressing room you think about him. You’ve never had relations with one of your photographers before, but this is different, this isn’t just a photographer, this is Kim Mingyu.

You think about the way he keeps staring at you like he wants to eat you up. You find yourself thinking you wouldn’t mind if he did.

The final piece Minghao has for you is dark green and it's the most on par to something you would wear in your normal life. It’s lacey with small floral patterns in the lace and straps that wrap around your hips and chest. The color looks good against your skin and you love the way the bra cups our boobs, extenuating your cleavage.

Minghao brings you out to Mingyu who absolutely is staring at you now, unashamedly. He licks his lips before speaking. “You are so stunning Y/N. You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you Mingyu, that really means a lot coming from you.” And you mean it.

For some reason the air feels different as you guys take photos this time. You feel even sexier, which you didn’t know was possible. It might have to do with the way Mingyu has gotten bolder with the poses he’s been putting you in. It might also have to do with the way the two men stare at you, getting you more aroused. The tension infects the air, making it almost hard to breathe.

Mingyu directs your poses in between the praise he lays on you, his voice husky and low. Minghao is quiet as you contort your body, but you can see the way his eyes glint everytime Mingyu has you arch your back or pop your hip.

Mingyu tells you guys the photoshoot is finished but nobody makes a move to start cleaning up.

“You look really good today Y/N,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the silence.

A streak of boldness washes over you and you decide to make good use of it before it goes away again. “Why don’t you come over and show me how good I looked.”

“Aw fuck it,” Mingyu mumbles before he’s setting his camera down and striding over to the bed. He doesn’t even give you time to process that he’s returning your advances before his lips crash right into yours.

You’ve dreamed of this moment but nothing has prepared you for how good it actually feels. His pillowy lips move against yours and you grab onto his shirt to pull him into you harder. Your lips clash together as you try to taste all of him. His large hands lay on your waist and the warmth has your pussy dampening Minghao’s lingerie.

Speaking of Minghao, the younger boy moves closer so he can place his hands on you as well. You feel him crawl onto the bed behind you and pull your body into his, your back pressed against his front. His hands smooth over your hips and rest on the tops of your thighs, so close to your wet heat.

“You were so good for us,” Minghao whispers to you. “Wanna make you feel good because of it.” His mouth connects to your shoulder and he gently kisses the bare skin. You already feel so good just by having their hands on you. You squirm under their touch and Mingyu finally pulls away from your mouth.

“Oh baby, are you needy? Don’t worry, we'll take care of you,” he coos. “Can I touch you here?” His hands ghost over your breasts and you nod. Mingyu eagerly cups his large hands around your breasts and stars to squeeze. You arch your back up into your touch and mewl out slightly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Minghao mumbles into your neck. “Need to touch you so badly.”

“G-go ahead,” you tell him. As a model you’re used to the praise but it feels different coming from these two. Minghao’s nimble fingers move across your skin until they press the lace of your panties against your clit. The texture is rough against your bud and it stimulates you enough to have you clenching down around nothing.

“Does that feel good love?” He rubs steady circles into you as your pussy leaks even more.

“So good,” you mumble against Mingyu’s chest where your head is buried. Right as you respond to Minghao, Mingyu slips his hands under your bra and starts to roll your nipple between his fingers. “O-oh, Gyu~”

“God, you sound good. Keep the noises coming baby,” Mingyu tells you. With both of their fingers working at you you can feel bliss starting to take over all of your senses.

“I want to eat you out,” Minghao says out loud. Your mind goes fuzzy at the thought and before you know it Minghao and Mingyu have switched places so now the older boy is behind you while the younger is in front.

“Let’s take these off, yeah?” Mingyu tugs at your panties and you nod. He helps you slip them off your body so your bare pussy is now out in the open. He then unclasps your bra as well and lets that fall to the floor. Mingyu then pulls you onto his lap, your legs spread over his to give Minghao better access.

“You’re a dream,” Minghao tells you as he settles between your legs. He kisses up your inner thigh, making his time to work his way up. Mingyu’s strong arms fasten around you, pulling you back into his chest. He mouths at your neck, whispering soft praise to you as he does.

Minghao finally gets impatient and leans forward to lick a stripe up your entrance. You buck your hips up at the touch and whine, wanting more. Minghao complies to your wishes and wraps his hands around your thighs, holding them apart even further, as he starts to lick and suck all over. His mouth feels heavenly on you and he eats you out like he’s never tasted anything as divine as you.

He presses his tongue flat against you, licking up all of your slick. His nose buries itself into your pussy as he presses his tongue into you. He laves his tongue upwards, reaching deep into you. Your hands come down to grab at his hair, wanting to keep him in place.

Mingyu palms at your breasts again as you writhe around in his lap. His hands are gentle as they massage your supple flesh, spreading pleasure throughout your body. Your breathing is getting unsteady as you feel yourself work closer to your orgasm, both men doing a good job at making you feel good.

It only takes one more lick from Minghao to have you coming apart. You shudder as you cum on his tongue. He continues to lap at you until you’ve come down from your high. He’s rubbing soft circles into your thigh as you catch your breath.

“God you tasted so good. Want to stay between your thighs forever,” Minghao mumbles as he rests his cheek against your leg.

“Are you ready for more or do you need a break?” Mingyu asks you in a low voice.

“I want more,” you admit, a bit embarrassed.

“You got it baby.” Mingyu turns your head so he can capture your lips again. As he does his hands trail down your body and he slips one of his fingers into you. His finger is large and you can feel it reaching deep in you already. He slips another finger into you after a moment and then starts to slowly thrust them in and out. Your lips move against his passionately as he fucks you on his fingers. You can feel Minghao kissing and sucking at the skin on your thighs and you feel fully content, letting the boys take care of you.

Mingyu pushes a third finger into you and you moan against his mouth at the feeling of being stretched out. His fingers are thick and they give you a full feeling as he plunges them in and out of you. You can hear the soft, slick sound of his fingers working at you and it turns the tips of your ears red.

You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm and you already feel yourself breaching your breaking point when Mingyu brings his thumb down to rub at your clit. Your pussy clenches tight around his fingers and your body is twitching as you cum for a second time. Mingyu coos at you and helps fucking you through it before he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.

“Hao is right, you taste delicious.”

Your mind is blissed out but you have enough sense to pull away from Mingyu a bit so you can look at both of them. “I uh, want to make you guys feel good as well.”

“Aww our baby wants to make us cum?” Minghao teases and you nod a bit. “Well how can we turn down that offer?”

That’s how you end up between the two men. Mingyu lays behind you, his cock brushing up against your slit, as you gently lick at Minghao’s dick. He has a gentle grip on your head, helping guide you as you run your tongue along the underside of his length. Mingyu gently pushes into you and you can feel yourself stretch out even wider at his large width. He ruts into you, trying to get you to take all of him. You moan at the feeling, the vibration going straight into Minghao’s dick. Minghao’s grip on your hair tightens a bit but then loosens when he realizes how tight of a hold he had on you.

You bring up a hand to fondle his balls as you move your head to take his tip between your lips. His cock isn’t as thick as Mingyu’s but it’s long in length. You don’t think you’ll be able to take the whole thing down your throat, but you don’t think Minghao will mind too much.

Mingyu’s large hands are splayed across your stomach and hip as he starts to roll his hips into yours with long strokes. You love the way he’s so gentle, taking his size into consideration. His mouth leaves a trail of warm kisses across your shoulder and back and you melt at the action.

You slowly are able to work more of Minghao into your mouth, licking and sucking at him to bring him pleasure. Even when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat you don’t have his whole length in you and you resort to using your hands to stimulate the hilt of his cock.

“Your mouth feels so good for me baby, keep it up. Love it so much,” Minghao praises you, his fingers pushing your back off your forehead.

“You’re so tight Y/N, it’s insane. I’ve been waiting to do this since second year of uni and it’s so worth it,” Mingyu says.

You cherish the way both men talk to you in soft, kind voices. They make you feel like the most beautiful, loved person on the planet. It feels so right to be pressed between their warm bodies, no other place you’d rather be. 

You can feel Mingyu’s hips speeding up, his thrusts getting deeper as he does. His thick cock brushes right against your g-spot and you whimper out. Mingyu realizes what he’s done and he angles his cock to hit that spot again. You keep moaning around Minghao’s dick which makes him grab onto your hair tight. He cums down your throat a second later, your name falling from his lips as he does. When he’s done filling you up with his seed you pull off him and he brings his hand down to stroke your cheek, telling you how good you did.

Minghao lays down next to you and brings your lips to his. You two kiss sweetly as Mingyu starts to pound harder into you. You can tell he’s close by the way he’s whimpering slightly. You feel your own orgasm approaching as well. While you guys are still locked at the lips Minghao’s fingers trail down your sides before gently touching you between your legs. Your body shakes at the stimulation and it doesn’t take much longer for you to be creaming on Mingyu’s dick. Your pussy squeezes his dick tight as you orgasm and Mingyu is groaning at the feeling. Your insides flutter as you feel ecstasy course through your limbs.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” Mingyu mumbles.

Mingyu swiftly pulls his dick out of you and you pull away from Minghao so you can slide down the bed and take his tip in your mouth. You swipe your tongue against his slit and that’s all it takes for him to release his load into your mouth. His cum spurts against your tongue and you swallow him down when he pulls away.

“Fuck that was so hot baby girl,” Mingyu says, staring down at you with a pink flush on his cheeks. A blush appears on your cheeks and you look down at the bed.

“Don't be shy on us now baby girl,” Minghao tells you. “You were so good, nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I’m sorry, I just, really liked doing that,” you tell them.

“We did too,” Mingyu says as he pulls you into his arms.

You whine. “I want to stay, but Seungkwan will be here soon to pick me up.”

“Ah right, we’re still in the studio,” Minghao mumbles as if he forgot you guys were doing a photoshoot earlier.

“No worries baby,” Mingyu assures you, “I’m sure it won’t be our last time doing that.” 

07:14 am

↳ pairing: nicholas x gn!reader

↳ word count: 0,4k

↳ a/n: i’m currently crying over nicholas and decided to write a lil drabble,, i need to get myself my own nicho </3

↳ warnings: none ! just pure fluff :’)

‘’come back to bed,’’

with his messy bangs covering his eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your still half-asleep boyfriend. his eyes still fluttered close, the sheets tangled across his body as he reached towards your spot in the bed; only to find it empty. ‘’i have work today, remember?’’ you chuckled as you sat down at the edge of the bed, placing your hand on his warm cheek; your thumb gently stroking it.

a low groan left the boy’s lips in annoyance, one of his hands wrapping around your wrist. ‘’can’t you just call in sick today?’’ he murmured as he pulled you towards him, a yelp leaving your lips as you ended up laying next to him. ‘’we both know i can’t do that.’’ you replied, his eyes fluttering open so he could look at you.

his eyebrows furrowed together as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist, making it clear that he was not willing to let you go as he pulled you against his warm chest. ‘’at least stay for another five minutes.’’ his eyes fluttered shut once again, pressing small kisses onto your forehead; a small giggle leaving your lips. ‘’i’m sorry baby, it’s already quarter past seven,’’ you mumbled against his chest, placing both your hands on his chest in an attempt to break free from his grip.

nicholas, however, had no plans of letting you get away so easily. he hummed in response, his grip around your waist tightening as you attempted to get away. at the end of the day, he was much stronger than you anyways. ‘’nicholas,’’ you let out, still attempting to break free. ‘’just five more minutes, i know you have five minutes to spare for me,’’ he mumbled, placing his head on top of yours.

a sigh escaped your lips as you accepted your defeat. nicholas loved his morning cuddles and there was nothing in this world that could stop him from getting his morning cuddles from you, even if it meant getting you in trouble at work because he made you late. ‘’five minutes, okay? no more than five minutes, i mean it,’’ you warned, causing a smile to form on his lips. ‘’you could never say no to me.’’

‘’i can still leave, you know?’’ your words made the boy chuckle as he pulled you even closer to him, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head. ‘’we both know you enjoy this just as much as i do.’’ 

your boyfriend was not wrong, you truly did love your cuddly mornings together; even though he made you late for work.

park jisung with a virgin reader pleaseeeeee ily <3

FIRST TIME; PARK JISUNG

pairings: boyfriend!jisung x virgin!reader

Wc. 602

warnings: perv!jisung, corruption kink, nipple sucking, dry humping,

It had to be perv bf jisung, I love perv bf jisung.

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Jisung was trying to listen to what you were saying, he really was... but he couldn't help that your tits were in directly in his face as you straddled his lap, telling him about the day you had in class.

What was turning jisung on even more was... you didn't even know what you were doing, you had to clue that you were lightly grinding down on his clothed cock.

You were very inexperienced, and jisung didn't want to overwhelmed you with idea of sex—but between your boobs in his face, and the fact he could feel your pussy throbbing through your panties due to your skirt... he was on his last bit of patients.

"sungie, you aren't listening to me." You looked so cute with your lips in a pout, he couldn't help but imagine his cum painting them... he was such a perv.

"Give me a kiss." You were confused, but obeyed anyway, kissing him softly on the lips, his hand grabbing the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away. He smirked when he felt you melting in the kiss.

He was so close to break you.

He pulled away with a sigh, eyes trailing down from your swollen lips right back to your chest.

He couldn't hold it anymore

"Babe, do you trust me?" He raked his fingers through your hair. "Of course I do, why are you asking this?" You questioned.

He fiddled with your buttons on your shirt, unbuttoning one. "W-what are you doing." You grabbed his hand, stopping him.

"I want to make you feel good, we don't have to go all the way, I just want to make you feel good." He unbutton another button, then another.

"can I do that?"

"Please." You breathed, so stuck in the trance that is your boyfriend, that you didn't even noticed he'd already undone all your buttons, pulling your shirt off, leaving you in your white lace bra.

"So fucking pretty." He reached behind, undoing it, your tits spilling out of the bra.

"Oh fuck." He toyed with your nipples, you moaned out at the new found pleasure.

"J-jisung p-please do something." You looked so cute, eyes blown out, whinging, ready to be fucked.

"I don't want overwhelm you baby, this is all new to you." He finally took a hold of one of your mounds, latching his mouth on one.

"O-oh m-my god." You moaned, hand running through his hair as he sucked on your tits like he expected something came out, making sure to show attention to the other.

He pulled away with a groan, biting his lip in pleasure. "Fuck if you keep on grinding on me like this, im gonna cum in my pants." He said.

"M-m'sorry, I-i didn't know." He smirked. "That's what's turning me on baby, you're so fucking unaware, it's cute." The way he was talking made you moan.

He grabbed your waist, stilling your hips, rolling them back and forth, moving them for you.

"Fuuuuck~ just like that, keep your hips just like." He threw his head back, groaning.

"I-it f-feels good" you stuttered.

"Yeah? Feels good?" He toyed with your nipples, replacing his hands with his mouth sucking.

"J-ji s-something feels weird." You felt a knot forming in your stomach.

"S-shit, babe let go it's okay." He kissed both your tits. With his command, you allowed the knot to break, shaking against his body as you came for the first time ever.

"That felt really good." You were heavy breathing, a smile on your face. "Yeah?" He toyed with your nipples once again, sending another wave of pleasure down there.

"Just wait until I fuck you with my cock."

©️LUVYENI

[HELP]

Pairing: Doctor Doyoung X Reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, body check, orgasms, penentration.

Word count: 2k

18+ only no minors!

Summary: Will your new issue get cured?

"Hi there, I'm Doctor Doyoung and will be attending your appointment. So what brings you in today?" Doyoung speaks while watching you intently, pen in hand ready to write down any important information.

"I've been feeling stressed lately Doctor, I've noticed abdominal pain. running your hands through your hair, frustrated because you've been having this problem for some time now. "Its been affecting me and I'm so tired of this."

"Well, i did look up your records before you entered. It mentions you take birth control, am I correct?" sitting up, waiting for your response.

"Yes, Doctor, I do certainly" you spoke.

"You may have been told about all the common side effects of these pills, I'm presuming. Have you had any particular ones that are bothersome?" he inquires.

You've been lucky enough to not actually encounter the negative side effects most would mention however you had a particular one ever since you've started taking these. "Uh, well," unable to say it almost because you find it embarrassing. "I-I have a hard time getting orgasms.." you stated, your face flushed as you told him this. Its been bothering you ever since, you loved relieving yourself most days and it hurts not being able to.

Doyoungs eyes almost darkened upon hearing that. I mean, ever since you came inside, all he thought was how your breasts were hugging each other, imagining how his cock would be squeezed between them. But now, he's thinking how his cock would look between those beautiful legs of yours, making you cum hard.

"Are you sexually active?" He asks, using his serious tone. He has to compose himself but the thoughts were flying all over his sick mind.

"Yes, i am but, it doesn't feel pleasurable anymore" you sighed. Its true, things have not been the same. Sex doesn't feel much like it would, it sucks unable to finish yourself and feeling absoutely nothing.

Aw. That must be so hard for you, not being able to pleasure yourself. But he likes that. Because he wants to be the one to show you pleasure. The one to touch your cunt, the one to give you multiple orgasms. Only he could fix that, fix you. He thought.

"I'm sorry to hear that, things like that can occur with many medications, although they are rare effects. I think we would need to go over different medications if that is okay with you?"

Its almost hilarious how he has two sides of himself. Trying to show how nice and polite he is but in reality his cock hardens each time you speak on how helpless you feel.

You're just drained from the whole situation, you want relief. Wanting to feel normal for once. Without having issues or outbursts. You nodded as Dr Doyoung questions you, maybe this can be a sign for a possible recovery soon.

"Right, since you're having abdominal pain I would have to examine you. Also you are due for a body examination. Please step inside and remove clothing and lay down for me.''

You obliged, walking right into the section and removing clothing as you wore the gown on. Now just laying down patiently waiting for the next move.

Doyoung walks in whilst closing the curtains behind him, for no one to see. Oh if only you knew. He observed the way your pretty self is patiently waiting, your eyes seemingly puppy like as you held eye contact. That very look makes his cock twitch. "Fuck." He gulped. If it was up to him he would ruin you right this second. But he has to remain professional, right?

He smiles. You've noticed how perfectly his white teeth are aligned, how utterly gorgeous his smile is. For a second, you faltered.

"Right, let me know if you feel any slight discomfort please." He voiced in his polite tone, which made you snap out of your thoughts and you nod.

He brings his hands on to your stomach, moving around trying to feel any abnormalities. He hums and looks confused not being able to sense anything.

"Can you lift your gown up for me? For some reason I'm not able to tell properly. Perhaps this way would help identify."

You nodded as your hands pulled up your gown exposing your bare stomach.

For some reason, his hands almost caught you off guard. The veins were prominent as they made their way around.

His hands trailed on to your stomach, pressing down various parts. "Let me know if you feel any pain, okay?"

"Yes Doctor."

"Good girl."

That petname came out of nowhere, causing you to internally squirm. You felt a gush erupt below you, nervous that you haven't been exposed of what you current feelings are. Nervous, hoping he won't know how much of a mess your panties have become.

Allowing his hands to move all around your stomach trying to find something wrong. However as his hands got slightly below your stomach, your breath almost hitches up.

"Do you feel pain here?" He asks.

How do you tell him you feel no pain but instead you felt turned on. Having his slender fingers touching you throughout sending your body shocks. But is it your fault? Dr Doyoung was extremely handsome with some gorgeous hands, if only...  you closed your eyes responding with a quick "No".

Doyoungs eyebrow raised up seeing how quickly you responded.

"Right, it seems like everything is normal here which is good news. Time to examine the rest."

His hands were above your breasts, pressing them down in order to find any lumps. Ofcourse there wasn't but Dr Doyoung couldn't help but keep having the feel of how soft and perky they felt. His eyes filled with lust whilst his cock was close to cumming inside his pants.

He makes his way to your legs, pressing down then back up, making his way up your gorgeous thighs. He noticed how throughout the examination, you squeezed them together.

Suddenly you begin to whine, not being able to stay still while he's stroking your weak spot.

"Does it hurt?"

"Y-yes.."

Slowly brushing his fingers upwards, the contact is not far away from your sensitive cunt and you just cannot take it any longer.

"H-hurts.. doctor"

He watches the way you can't even take it, take how his fingers are teasing your whole week spots. Loving the way your eyes almost close from pleasure.

"What about here," his fingers finally risen up to your wet cunt and stops at there. Not making a move. He wants to see you desperate. Helpless. Beg.

You absoutely cannot take this anymore. Your cunt is begging to be touched, pulsing away at a fast speed. Your whole body is extremely overwhelmed.

"H-hurts..." is all you can mutter.

But Dr Doyoung won't give in so easily. As much as he loves it, he prefers seeing you become a mess.

"And, why does it hurt, hm?"

He wants you to say it. Say it from that pretty mouth of yours the filthy thoughts. Tell him how badly you want his fingers shoved inside of you, dripping away from with cum.

"B-because.. it-it makes me feel so good..."

You bite your lip as you breathed out, you don't know what's wrong with you. You haven't even felt yourself get so close but yet here you are, feeling extremely turned on.

Dr Doyoung finally moves his fingers, only to move your panties across exposing your bare core.

"Fuck, your cunt is dripping,'' he's amazed how wet you've become and he hasn't even done anything yet. Placing a finger in right away, the feel of his finger curling inside your wet cunt. "Whole time you was turned on during the examination, aw how desperate" he inserts more fingers up against you, penentrating.

"O- fuckk.." you moaned.

Feeling his fingers begin to speed up, hitting your spot. He brought his thumb towards your clit and rubbed viciously, wanting to see you a mess.

"Going to be a good girl and cum for me?" he growled.

There he goes with calling you a good girl. It just drives you insane hearing praise.

You let out a moan, feeling like your eyes will close up any time.

"Eyes on me sweetheart." His words almost prompt you for remaining eye contact. His eyes becoming more darker as he gazes, causing you whimper. "Fuck, there's those pretty eyes. The same ones that looked so vulnerable, unknowing how badly I wanted to ruin you, be the only one to make you cum so hard."

You can't resist, the way Dr Doyoung is so focused on your face while his slender fingers thrusting deeply inside of you. His thumb is hitting you g spot as you begin to open your mouth, ready to cum. He can feel how tightly you have clenched around his fingers. Continuing to pump you even more.

"O-omg.. i-im going to cum." Orgasm is chasing throughout your entire body as your legs shake from the sensations. For the first time after ages you have finally released. You forgot almost how amazing the feeling was.

"Bet that feels good, doesn't it? He smiles cockily. "You know what else would make you feel good, sweetheart? My cock."

You watch as Dr Doyoung unzips himself, in desperation for relieving himself ever since you walked into his office. Pulling his trousers down exposing the huge hardened cock as it slaps against his abdomen.

He strokes it as his smirk appears, you're in awe of how big he is.

"Gonna get deep inside your sweet cunt, fill you so nicely." As he strokes watching your reaction. He pulls you down slowly, legs spreading waiting for the ache between to stop as he enters in.

"Want my cock, pretty?," rubbing his tip up against your wet folds as he teases. You almost nod profusely, unable to take the teasing any more. You want him inside already.

"Oh yeah?" He grunts lowly, before he thrusts his entire length inside, causing you to gasp loudly. Doyoung softly moans as he pushes deeper, head falling on to your neck which he delivers a sweet kiss. His cock has streched you out completely.

He lifts one of your legs near his chest, pounding you completely. "You like how my cock feels?" He watches at your fucked out state, eyes rolling back from having him hit so deeply.

"Words, sweetheart" a command as he states. He withdrew his cock for not responding before he thrusts back inside.

"F-feel soo good, love your cock inside of me"

"Oh i know that. Look how loud you are despite being at a Doctor's office. Imagine if someone just walked in seeing my cock buried inside of you."

You don't even care if someone does. The fact that you havent been relieved for some time and finally now you are is all that you care about.

You moaned while you clenched over his cock. Oh he knows you love that scenario. Someone to walk in and see how desperate as a patient you are to get some relief, even if that means to get the doctor's cock inside you. That's what doctors are for right? To help you and relieve your issues.

"Mmmm, fuck gonna c-cum" you whimpered.

He fucks you as his thumb is rubbing on your clit in circular motions. His cock hitting at a relentless speed in and out. You was seeing stars the way he roughly fucked your insides up. Deeper with each thrust, legs burning with being raised so high yet mixed with the immense pleasure you received, allowing the cock to hit deeper.

"Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl? Told you I'd help you, make you cum so hard." He grunts, watching the pleasure fly all over your overwhelmed body as he penetrates. The way your cunt is throbbing and clenching before you release your orgasm. Moments after, feeling his cock pulsing just before he releases his hot cum filling your entire cunt up.

You both got up and you felt his cum drip below your thighs.

"You did so good. I hope that helped your issue you've been dealing with. Your next appointment will be booked for next week, see you soon."

©2022 lostlovesoul11 all rights reserved.

F.U.C.K

pairing: enemies to lovers! doyoung x fem! reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 9.7k

warnings: alcohol consumption, oral (female receiving), public sex, sex under the influence, praise kink, breathplay, groping, dirty talk, doyoung lifts the reader at some point

summary: “If there was one person you’d imagine taking as a plus one to your cousin’s wedding, it definitely wouldn’t be Doyoung - your definition of a sour know-it-all in flesh and bones. Blame it on your friends that are never there when you need them, or your annoying curiosity for his cold demeanor, but there he is, downing expensive champagne with you.

One glass and you can still stand him.

Two glasses and he’s not so bad after all.

Three glasses and he’s in your bed.

Does the boy drive you mad or are you mad about the boy?”

“This is the longest conversation we’ve ever had in the one year we’ve worked together. I don’t think you're smooth enough to convince me to sleep with you. Besides, didn’t you say you’d never sleep with me like, ten minutes ago?”

“That was different. Now I have something to prove.”

“Which is?”

“That you still find me attractive enough to sleep with me.”

“Please”, you scoff, “don’t flatter yourself. In fact, I bet you can’t turn me on even if you tried.”

“Oh really?”

“Yup. You can try. Right now.”

Doyoung goes silent in thought for a couple of seconds, looking more determined than ever when he speaks again.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes”, you answer immediately, gulping dryly at the thought of your coworker’s hands on you.

“Okay.”

a/n: This is my extremely late submission to @slightlymore 's Doyoung collab "mad about the boy" <33

general taglist: @naomis-sins , @jjaeyoonoh, @infnteen , @babyksworld, @kaja2016

“What do you mean you only have a room with a double bed?”

Your fingers threaten to rip your hair out with how tight your grip is on your locks, trying your hardest to explain to the young receptionist that you’ve explicitly requested a double room with separate beds. You must look so miserable, huffing and puffing in the lobby of this beautiful summer resort that your cousin booked for her wedding. Stoic and bored, your plus one waits for you to get your room card already, toying with a plastic spider plant next to your luggage in the meantime. As if the whole thing doesn’t bother him in the slightest. As if he doesn’t hate you just as much as you do.

You met Doyoung at the high school you work at. He’s a Physics professor while you teach Math, and for the rest of the teaching faculty this was enough of a reason to convince you to go on a date with each other. “It’s meant to be!”, they’d tell you during break time, urging you to go up to him and ask for his number. Your mouth would gape in shock as they’d recount stories of how fun he was at their birthday party, or how helpful he was in their time of need. A new student would come up to you every week, handing you a hand-written love letter with trembling hands, and ask you to pass it on to their favorite Physics teacher.

What was so great about the guy anyway?

He’s handsome, sure, long limbs and royal stature making him stand out in the crowd. His rich academic career and leading abilities demanded respect from his colleagues, while his youthful face made him approachable to the students. If you wanted something to be done and executed well, you’d leave it up to Mr. Kim. But why should all of this matter to you when the guy hates your guts from the moment he stepped foot in this goddamned school?

You can only conclude he does, with the way he avoids you like the plague. Parent-teacher meetings, field trips, school dance chaperone duties - he’d change and bend the schedule so that he ensures he’s in the same room as you for the least amount of time possible. Your wounded pride combined with his cold demeanor was enough for your silent hatred towards Doyoung to slowly boil in your heart.

Your third cousin’s wedding invitation got shipped to your house on a cold winter night. The ceremony would take place on an island three months from now, while the accommodation and plane tickets would be covered by the couple. She actually used to teach at the same school as you, something that brought the two of you closer, and while you love her to bits you also want to block her on Facebook so, so badly. You can only handle so many posts of her perfect dog and her perfect house and her rich husband that flies her out to Bali every summer before you lose your mind.

When you opened up the envelope, a black tear full of your mascara soiled the pretty handwriting. You were finishing up a bottle of wine, mourning the end of your latest relationship - a personal trainer who convinced you to sign up to his stupid gym and couldn’t make you orgasm even if he had a gun pointed to the back of his head. “Fuck you!”, you screamed at the lifeless piece of cardboard as you drunkenly circle that you will bring a plus one, and he will be much more fun and interesting and hot than the all-purpose flour of a man your cousin’s getting married to.

You only got reminded of your drunken mistake a week before the wedding, when your cousin called you to confirm you’d still make it to the venue with your company. Stressed and confused you said yes, as you’d rather die than admit that it was all due to an unwanted gym membership and a head full of alcohol. Plus, you really wanted to be there on her special day. It wasn’t like you couldn’t find one person to bring along, right?

Wrong. You were stuck on your phone for an entire day, your ear burning from the overuse and the heat of the consecutive rejections from your friends and family. A birthday party, a football game, a baby shower - they were all seemingly more important than a week’s notice destination wedding, each apology pushing you deeper and deeper in your quicksand of desperation.

You moaned about it to one of your teacher friends and fellow wedding invitee that Monday at the break room. You’d all met when your cousin still used to work at the school.

“I’m really sorry y/n. I’d come with you but I’m bringing my husband along”, she cooed apologetically, rubbing your loneliness even harder all over your face. “Why don’t you ask someone from here?”

“No one’s available this weekend”, you sighed out, pointing at the people in the room one by one. “She has a kid, he has vacation leave, her dog is sick, his wife would say no and -“

“I’m free.”

Your finger wavered awkwardly, pointing at the person whose name didn’t even have the chance to leave your lips. Doyoung didn’t move his head in your direction, even though he was addressing you, his hand still robotically grading a student’s test with a red ballpoint pen.

A sharp pain numbed your side as your friend nudged you excitedly, her face stretching out in a suggestive smile.

“See? Mr. Kim will take you! It’s about time you two get to know each other better”

“Oh no you don’t have to!”, you reassured him with a voice two octaves higher in pitch, “I’m sure I’ll find someone -“

“It’s fine”, he interrupted, removing his glasses and finally looking at you. This was one of the very few times his eyes fell on you, and you know this because the same chills run through your spine every time they do, “Think of it as returning the favor for that one week you substituted me when I was sick.”

Now that sounds more like him, calling it even. Not wanting to be indebted to someone he dislikes made sense to you, but spending an entire weekend with them to do so is still a bit much. You opened your mouth to argue back some more, when your friend managed to speak up before you did.

“Great, it’s decided then! As always, Mr. Kim is the man to step up when someone is in need”, she sang and Doyoung flashed his gummy smile at her, the sight so foreign to you that you had to blink twice to make sure you weren’t hallucinating from a caffeine overdose.

The bell rang and with it he got up on his feet, collecting the rest of the papers to be graded and making his way over to your desk. He looked like an Italian supermodel with his expensive slacks and poise in his walk, and when he gave you a small piece of paper with his number written in bright red ink on it, your friend almost passed out in sheer thrill.

“Text me the details, I’ll come to pick you up after work on Friday”

And that he did, carrying your overfilled suitcase with impressive ease all the way to the airport. The ride there was just as awkward as you imagined it to be, with the two of you switching the other’s desired radio station back and forth. It was insufferable just how stubborn he could be, and with every minute of silence you got from him the more it became clear to you that bringing him along was a terrible idea. The plane ride was just as boring. Even his socks annoyed you, grey and lifeless and something your grandpa would wear. Come to think of it, your grandpa would have made a more entertaining plus one than Mr. Downyoung.

Defeatedly, you take the room key from the receptionist and call for Doyoung to follow you to the fourth floor. He refuses to let you carry your luggage to the elevator, making the rest of the hotel staff coo at what they probably thought was a couple starting their summer vacation.

As soon as the mechanical door slides closed you sigh in frustration, rubbing your temples to alleviate some of the tension in your body. You wish you could just travel through time, fast forward the whole three painful days to come until you’re lying comfortably on your bed again.

“It’s impressive, really”, Doyoung deadpans just as you thought you might’ve actually forgotten what his voice sounds like, “You’re a math teacher and you can’t do the simple task of booking the right room.”

“I told you”, you groan, exasperated, “I asked them for twin beds.”

“Well did you call to check again yesterday?”

“No? Why would I bother the couple for something so trivial?”

“Trivial”, he repeats lowly as he stares at the floor buttons glow one by one, the elevator music taunting him. “I’ll sleep on the couch”, he states after a second of silence and follows you down the hallway.

The room was really nice, you admit, decorated modernly and with a beautiful sea view from the big balcony. But there was no couch. Only a luggage rack and an armchair, both too small and uncomfortable for either of you to sleep on. The bed on the other hand was long, perfect for Doyoung’s height but not particularly wide, forcing the accommodated couples to get closer for a couple of nights. You groan at the uncomfortable realization, and slowly start to unpack.

“The wedding rehearsal starts in half an hour”, you remind him as you unzip your suitcase, flipping it open, “we should start getting ready”. He lets out a hum of acknowledgment, and hangs a nicely tailored cobalt blue suit in the available closet space before he grabs another outfit and locks himself in the bathroom. You take this as a chance to quickly change in the bedroom, opting for a light dress that fits the hot climate of the island. You were freshening up your makeup when you hear the lock click open, and then your jaw drops.

You’ve never seen Doyoung look like this in your one year working with him. He’s wearing a patterned shirt, the coral reds of the flowers on it bringing out his porcelain skin beautifully. It is slightly unbuttoned at the top, letting sharp collarbones and a couple of stray hairs peek out, and your imagination takes liberty in heading even more south. You just can’t believe Mr. Kim hid such thighs in those grandpa slacks, a comfortable pair of shorts melting over them now instead.

“What is it?”

His voice jolts you out of your dream zone and your face burns from getting caught. His calculating eyes stare back at you, and your mini dress suddenly makes you feel naked.

“Nothing, you just look- different.”

“Bad different?”

“No no!”, you exclaim, pulling up some more fabric over your decolletage. “I’m just so used to seeing you in those boring black and grey sweaters”

“Ouch. You’re not runway ready either”

“Ugh- You look good!”, you blurt out frustratingly and then yelp, cringing at your slip up. “I just wanted to give you a compliment, damn. Can we go to the main hall now?”

Doyoung thanks you under his breath, muttering something about the color of your dress and reminding you to take the room card with you before you head out.

The wedding hall was absolutely beautiful. Tulle decorations welcomed the guests right off the gate, evening light shone beautifully through the windows. People were bundled together in small social circles, and the foreign faces made you stick even closer to Doyoung’s side. You notice that he’s wearing one of those sweet-smelling body sprays, and the scent is so surprising for him that it excites you.

A female shriek makes you fall with your ass back to reality, and you’re suddenly engulfed in a tight embrace. When you realize it’s your cousin, in a white simple dress that resembles a wedding gown, you relax into her arms, glad to have actually made it.

“Oh my God, I’m so happy you’re here!”, she exclaims in genuine joy, and before you manage to take a breath she already moves onto her next victim.

Doyoung freezes in the hug, not used to your cousin’s affectionate nature and trying his hardest to at least pat her back in the confinement.

“And you brought your boyfriend with you! Oh, he’s so handsome! Are you guys thinking about taking the big step? Y/n, you better squeeze your way forward during the bouquet toss-“

“He’s my friend!”, you interrupt her, your heart pounding from the series of inappropriate questions. Doyoung snickers at the word ‘friend’ but you ignore him, focusing solely on your cousin once again. “He’s my coworker, actually. Doyoung’s a Physics teacher.”

“Ohh, I see. You say physics but I see a lot of chemistry between you two~”, she lilts suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows in the process. “Wait- is that Mr. Kim? The new, hot, young teacher that you told me all about?”

Fuck, you forgot about that. A couple of months after your cousin moved schools she’d suggested you go out for a drink or two to catch up. Things were still new with Doyoung and your first impressions were quite good, especially considering his looks. You may have gotten a little drunk that night and spilled way more than you should’ve.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“The Physics teacher, yes! My replacement! You said how he’s all serious and proper and probably nasty in be-“

“Y/n! Mr. Kim!”

The sound of your coworker’s voice sounds like honey to your ears as it interrupts the embarrassing conversation, and you use up the extra time it takes for her and her husband to greet the bride to cool yourself down. You still haven’t checked up on Doyoung, you don’t dare to look at him, and you can only hope he somehow didn’t finish the rest of that sentence in his head.

“I was just chatting up with my cousin’s plus one over here, so tell me- is it true that they came as friends? I don’t buy it.”

“If anything there’s always a lovers’ quarrel between the two.”

“I work better in more organized environments”, Doyoung butts in. You can’t keep yourself from rolling your eyes.

“And I work better with people who actually take the time to talk to me. You know, the bare minimum.”

“Oh come on y/n”, your coworker nags as she stands between the two of you, looping each hand through one of your elbows, “didn’t you say the other day that he was frustratingly fuckable?”

“You must’ve misheard me”, you murmur from her left side, “I probably said he is irresistibly punchable.”

“And you, Mr. Kim. Don’t pretend like you didn’t ask me if y/n was single on your first week at the school.”

Your head snaps at the speed of light, eyes studying the man who hardly wobbles on his two feet under the weight of the accusation. Why on earth would he ask if you were single? Why would someone who barely handles being in the same room as you even care about that? The signals were mixed, swirling with each other inside your head and you have to order your heart to stop beating so loudly before someone hears.

“Leave the kids alone”, the husband sighs, just a little more exhausted from the conversation than you, “don’t mingle in their personal business”

“We’re just happy they’re spending some quality time together”, your cousin says, and you wonder which part of the silent airplane trip or elevator argument would even qualify as that, “How about you all take your designated seats now?”

You shuffle with Doyoung through the row of wooden chairs, searching for your names in the printed papers that lay over each of them. You don’t comment on the previous conversation, at least not until you’re seated, not sure which one of you will be more flustered at the mention of what was said.

“So we’re friends, huh?”

“You’re the one who offered to come with me to this damn wedding. Don’t act as if I dragged you here.”

“I just saw someone needing my help and I-“

“I’m not your damsel in distress.”

Your icy tone makes him flinch and he loosens one more button of his shirt, in need of more air. The exposure of his skin makes the atmosphere feel stuffy, and it’s easier to blame it on the humid climate of the island than the indisputable sexual attraction you have towards him. Why did his thighs have to look so damn good in the middle of an argument?

He’s about to say something back when the bride-to-be slowly starts walking down the aisle. Everyone is in their casual clothing, someone’s unruly child cries in the background. The wedding planners are running around in pure anxiety to get everything right, yet the sight is still undeniably beautiful. You notice your aunt tearing up in the background, and you cannot blame her. Your cousin is absolutely glowing even in her simple slip dress, smile beaming as she locks eyes with her fiancé. There’s a clear moment of realization in their eyes, like the fact that they’re about to start a new chapter in their life finally kicked in.

You steal a quick glance at Doyoung, curious of his reaction. He’s probably thinking of how little they’ll last. How marriage is a stupid little social construct. How no woman could ever be a match for a great brain like-

“Doyoung, are you crying?”

Your date jumps at the sudden interrogating question, quickly rubbing the wet corners of his eyes with the thin fabric covering his shoulders.

“It’s a beautiful moment”, he sniffles, and clears his throat after his voice cracks a little. You still stare at him incredulously. “What? Are you that shocked that I have a heart?”

“Kinda.”

The morning light kisses your eyelashes through the window, forcing them to part. The first sound that your ears pick up is that of running water, nicely mixed with the birds’ song coming through the window. Checking your phone, you realize you overslept, with the wedding being only a couple of hours away. You’re lying right in the middle of the double bed, your roommate already awake and taking a morning shower, apparently.

Last night’s events flash before your eyes like a film strip. Remnants of embarrassment from having to ask for three extra pillows from the reception desk warm up your cheeks. Then the both of you, two fully grown adults, went up to your room to line them up in one straight pillowy border that separated the double bed evenly. Your blood boils at the memory of Doyoung telling you, a math teacher, that you weren’t dividing the mattress into two even halves. “I wish I could split you into two even halves”, was the last thing you remember murmuring before falling asleep. Curious, you look around for the missing pillows, noticing they’re scattered on the floor, and that is when the bathroom doorknob turns.

The first thing you notice is Doyoung’s naked torso, toned abs and tiny waist triggering your eyes to close. You feel him move towards the center of the room, and when he turns around to look for something in the closet you squint your right eye open to steal a peek. His hair is damp, waterdrops falling from the edge of his locks and dancing over his shoulder blades. You follow one as it travels down from his broad shoulders to the deep line of his spine, landing on the towel that hangs lowly from his hipbones. He bends over then, showing off a nice outline of his ass, and you are so invested in the view that you barely manage to go back to feigning to being asleep when he walks towards you.

You feel the bed dip next to you, and a little droplet of water falls on your cheek. His chuckle almost startles you as you fake deep, steady breaths.

“You know, I never pictured you to be a cuddler.”

Pretending not to hear him, you keep your eyes shut tight, yet you can’t stop the blood from accumulating on your face.

“As soon as you fell asleep you threw all the pillows to the floor and grabbed on my waist like a koala. It was cute.”

Cute.

The urge to scream and hide and ask about the details of your embarrassing actions was overwhelming. You can feel his hot breath as he examines your face closer, begging your racing heart to calm down when he chuckles again. A small yelp leaves your lips when you feel a towel thrown at your body, convinced that it is the same one you wished would magically slip off of Doyoung’s hips a minute ago. Opening your eyes, you see his lower body covered still, and yours veiled with a clean hotel robe.

“Stop playing dead, you’re a terrible actress. You should go get a shower now if you don’t want us to miss the wedding.”

You swirl the champagne around in your glass, staring at the bubbles that float to the top until they burst one by one.

The ceremony went as smoothly as the rehearsal, with the sky staying bright and the bride looking brighter. Nighttime came already, and everyone had now settled down for the reception, gathering around their designated tables. Your eyes wander away from your drink for a while, focusing on Doyoung’s lithe fingers instead. They toy with a small baby’s breath from the bundle of flowers you caught earlier during the bouquet toss: your cousin couldn’t have aimed at the top of your head better even if she was a javelin throw champion.

The mere sound of his breathing next to you annoys you at this point. By the end of the night, there wasn’t a single guest at this damn wedding that didn’t gush over your date. Why the hell did he act so completely different when he was around you? What kind of sick satisfaction did he get for being an ass?

“Are you ready to address your little problem?”

You feel the little hairs on the nape of your neck rise up as his low voice grazes your ears.

“What problem?”

“Your little staring problem. Staring at me to be exact.”

Instantaneously, you rip your gaze away from his hands, glaring at the glass in front of you instead as if it was the most interesting thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t try to catch me naked this morning.”

“Excuse me?”, you shriek before lowering your voice after collecting a few worried stares from the people at your table, “I didn’t ‘try to catch’ you. You got out of that bathroom barely naked on your own!”

“Oh?”, he feigns surprise, his lips forming into a smirk that you weren’t sure whether you wanted to kiss or punch off his face, “I thought you were asleep?”

“I was trying to save us both from the embarrassment”, you mutter under your breath, placing the back of your palms on your cheeks to force your face to cool down.

“In my defense, I didn’t know you’d wake up anytime soon. You were snoring really loudly.”

“So while I was sleeping I snored, threw the pillows off the bed, and cuddled you”, you groan, exasperated. A numb headache was moving slowly but steadily from the inside of your brain outwards, and you try to shut it out by pouring yourself another glass of champagne. “Great. Anything else?”

“Stop drinking so much”, Doyoung scolds you, grabbing the bottle out of your grasp just as you manage to fill your glass to the rim.

“Doyoung. I had at least ten people today ask me when I’m getting married when I don’t even have a boyfriend, and now I’m stuck in this lame wedding reception with a person who hates my guts. I am going to drink. Now if you pulled that stick out of your ass and had a glass yourself maybe we’d even manage to have some fun instead of subjecting me to that nonstop nagging of yours.”

“You tried to kiss me.”

“What?”

“Last night, in your sleep. You tried to kiss me.”

Frustrated with the situation you found yourself in and completely embarrassed, you have no other choice but to take a brave sip of the champagne you just served, emptying half a glass.

“Guess I’m doing charity while sleeping. If you’d experienced the loving touch of a woman maybe you wouldn’t be such a dick.”

“When your friend said that you were wild in bed I didn’t think that practically attacking me in my sleep was what she meant.”, he fired back, ignoring your insult.

“Did she tell you that before or after you asked her if I was single?”

“Like I would ever sleep with you. You’re insufferable.”

“Please. You’d probably cry after I was done.”

Doyoung scoffs and grabs the champagne bottle again, this time filling a glass for himself. He downs the drink in one go, and the burning in his throat fires a new passion inside him.

“Fine. You want us to have fun? Let’s play a game then.”

“A game?”

“Yes”, he replies, determined, and fills both of your glasses again. “We’ll ask each other questions. It can be anything, but we’ll answer genuinely. If you don’t want to answer, you drink. Got it?”

“Fine, but I’ll go first.”

“Shoot.”

“Why did you offer to come with me to this wedding? And I want a real answer.”

“Do you really think I hate you so much?”

“You can’t answer my question with a question!”

“Technically, it’s a clarification. Doesn’t count.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying”, you groan, wondering if it’d be against the rules to drink even if you don’t lose a round, “You barely talk to me at the school, you avoid me and argue with me on practically anything. So I’d say yes: I do think you really hate me that much.”

He sighs and withers in his seat a little, looking regretful.

“I don’t hate you. I think you’re a good friend. And a brilliant teacher. And you can be fun when you want to be. That’s why I came with you to the wedding.”

“You still haven’t stopped arguing with me since we came here though.”

Doyoung shrugs.

“It’s hot when you talk back.”

He doesn’t look at you, his hands and eyes occupied on the baby’s breath from earlier to ease his nerves. Just as you open your mouth to say something, he asks you a question.

“Why didn’t you say anything after I came out of the bathroom this morning? You know, to let me know you were awake? I truly thought you’d be sleeping. I mean, you yell at me for way less.”

For a passing moment, you consider drinking and opting out from giving an answer. Your hand twitches and almost reaches out to the champagne in front of you, yet eventually, you decide against it. The questions will probably get gradually harder anyways.

“At first I saw all the pillows on the floor. I was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, the door opened and I panicked. And then…”

You hesitate to continue further.

“We said truthfully, remember?”

You exhale a deep breath out.

“Then I saw how you looked fresh out of the shower.”

“And?”

“And I wanted to look at you a little more.”

Doyoung hums, the corner of his lips tugging up subtly.

“If you don’t actually hate me, why do you avoid me at work? And don’t you dare deny it.”

The man next to you laughs, dropping his head back and letting his black locks hang freely. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol that’s heightened your senses, but you submerge yourself in the silvery sound of his laughter. You stare at the pretty blue veins on the side of his neck, watching his adam’s apple bob up and down. When he smiles like that he looks nice, you think. Mellow.

“I take my work very seriously. I want to do things well. And when you’re around, I can’t do that. You distract me, I guess.”

“I distract you? How?”

Doyoung’s eyes rake at your body twice, suddenly making you overconscious of every inch of skin that the mini dress you chose to wear tonight manages to cover up. Or rather, the parts of your body that it doesn’t.

He doesn’t answer further, drinking instead. You can see his eyes getting glossy from the alcohol, his pupils dilated. You’re certain you look like that as well.

“My turn. At the rehearsal, you were shocked that I teared up. Do you not believe in marriage?”

“I don’t know about marriage”, you admit after pondering for a bit, “But I do believe in lifelong partners. Do you?”

“I want one”, he confesses, “But I don’t know if I’m meant to have one.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know”, he sighs almost defeatedly, a bitter smile on his face, “I’m scared of that level of happiness, I think. I tend to avoid love.”

You both take a drink out of your glasses, feeling like it’s needed after a conversation like this. As you wait for Doyoung to come up with another question, you gaze at your cousin and her husband slow dancing in the distance. The sight triggers a stinging feeling of longing inside you, pulling on your heartstrings.

“Did you really say I was ‘irresistibly fuckable’?”

You blink three times at the unexpected question, cursing your friend under your breath and her big mouth. The kick that the champagne gave you allows you to answer way more bravely than you normally would.

“I think we’ve made it clear by now that we both found the other attractive when we first met.”

“When we first met? Not anymore?”

“This is the longest conversation we’ve ever had in the one year we’ve worked together. I don’t think you're smooth enough to convince me to sleep with you. Besides, didn’t you say you’d never sleep with me like, ten minutes ago?”

“That was different. Now I have something to prove.”

“Which is?”

“That you still find me attractive enough to sleep with me.”

“Please”, you scoff, “don’t flatter yourself. In fact, I bet you can’t turn me on even if you tried.”

“Oh really?”

“Yup. You can try. Right now.”

Doyoung goes silent in thought for a couple of seconds, looking more determined than ever when he speaks again.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes”, you answer immediately, gulping dryly at the thought of your coworker’s hands on you.

“Okay.”

The first thing he does is grab the apron of your chair, dragging you closer to him. Worried, you look around you for the reaction of the people also sitting at your table. No one seems to really pay attention to you; some of them had already withdrawn back to their rooms, the rest focusing on the people grooving on the dancefloor. The cool night breeze grazes your bare arms, making you shiver.

“Relax”, Doyoung tells you softly while taking off his jacket. You watch entranced at his shirt hugging his chest, the white fabric stretching over his biceps. His fingertips pet your nape then, sweeping your hair to the side before throwing his jacket over your shoulders. The heat emitted from his body warms up your side, making you melt in your seat.

And then he places his left hand on your knee under the table. Closing the small distance between you, he lets his lips touch lightly the shell of your ear.

“Tell me when to stop.”

He starts off relatively gently, drawing circles on your bare skin with his thumb. You look at how short the skirt of your dress is, regretting your decision to leave your thighs exposed like that. You’re making his job so much easier.

“You like that?”, he asks you then, the rasp of his voice sending another shiver down your spine.

“It’s indifferent to me”, you lie, making him laugh.

“God, why are you so tense? To quote you, if you pulled that stick out of your ass maybe we’d even manage to have some fun.”

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

“You’re into anal baby?”

“I-”

Doyoung laughs again, his gummy smile contagious. His naughty kind of humor surprises you, and the nickname sends a wave of warmth to your face. A small moan leaves your lips as he drags his nails lightly against your skin.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“I want to make you feel good.”

His fingers move up higher, to the fleshier part of your thighs. He keeps drawing the same design over your sensitive skin, and you soon realize that it’s actually his name.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“W-What?”

“I didn’t think anything could top that summer dress you put on yesterday. But then you wore this-”

He points vaguely at your black strapless dress, eyes dark as they take you in.

“You like it?”, you ask boldly, not easily intimidated.

“I’d rip it off of you in a heartbeat if you let me.”

You squirm in your seat at his words, feeling wetness pool between your thighs. Desperate, you cross your legs to discreetly rub your thighs together, hiding your arousal from the sharp observer next to you. Doyoung doesn’t let you off the hook, kissing his teeth disapprovingly at your movement.

“Did I give you permission to do that?”

“You’re not the boss of me, Kim Doyoung.”

You’re almost panting under the pressure of his stare, feline eyes commanding you to do as he says. His hands squeeze the meat of your thighs in a warning, making the rings he wears dig deeper into your skin.

“I won’t ask again. Spread those little thighs for me.”

Feeling small, you uncross your legs back to their previous position, parting them slightly.

“Good girl.”

All your thoughts evaporate in an instant when you hear him praise you. As his fingers move to the highest part of your inner thighs, just a few inches away from the place that aches to have him most, you can only hope he mercies you. You barely make the conscious effort of biting your tongue to not make a sound and attract unwanted attention. The tablecloth can only hide so much.

“So, are you ready to address your little problem?”

“My staring problem?”

“I was talking about the one between your legs this time. You’re soaking.”

A needy sound from the back of your throat reaches Doyoung’s ears, breathy and desperate - exactly like he wanted to have you.

“You sure moan a lot at my ‘indifferent’ touches.”

His fingers still pet your inner thighs, reaching the crease of your hips now. You can feel his digits spreading your wetness around, fully dipped under your dress.

“All this mess for me? How cute.”

You’re on the verge of losing your mind, right in front of all these people, especially when his index hovers right over your-

“Enough!”, you squeal before he gets the chance to gain full control of you, admitting defeat. Doyoung retracts his hand slowly, almost disappointedly, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

When you see him lift his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, you can only finish your glass of champagne to cope.

You were two of the last people to leave that ceremony, your little game keeping you occupied. The small path to your hotel room was void of any people, with only the sound of your heels interrupting the lulling sounds of the night. You almost trip in your step and you blame it on the wet poolside tiles, yet you know that that’s not the reason. Doyoung’s suit jacket is still hanging comfortably from your shoulders, his scent coiling around your body and making your head buzz even harder.

In a moment of forgetfulness, you get an intrusive thought asking you where you’d kept your room key. Halting abruptly, you start looking through the contents of the tiny bag you dragged along in panic, Doyoung staring at you questioningly.

“I can’t find the room key.”

“You asked me to hold it, remember?”, he reminds you calmly, fishing the keycard from his slacks before putting it back in his pocket.

You sigh, exhausted. “You’re right, sorry”

“You seem distracted”, Doyoung observes, “Is it because you lost the bet?”

The clacking of your heels stops again.

“What? I didn’t lose!”

“You let me touch you, I did. You liked it and asked me to stop because you couldn’t handle it. I think this qualifies as a win.”

“I couldn’t handle what?”

“It felt too good'', he shrugs.

“Right”, you spit sarcastically, knowing damn well he’s right but still arguing with him like it’s a reflex. “I was worried I was gonna cum from you rubbing my knee so hard. Oh Doyoung, don’t tell me that’s where you think the clit is.”

The man addressed kisses his teeth, trying to ignore how good you look in his jacket and how the ripples of the pool water illuminate your face. You’re overwhelmed by the animalistic instinct to keep the argument going, wishing it turns into something else. The champagne made you both a little too bold.

“Like you could do any better.”

“I absolutely could.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’d have you begging for it.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Before any logic manages to make its way to the decision-making part of your brain, you shove Doyoung to the nearest wall, pushing your body against his. He smells even nicer in this proximity, the scent of his aftershave added to the things that mess up your thinking, yet you don’t let that distract you from your goal. Taking his larger hands in yours, you guide them across your waist to your lower back, right over your ass.

“You talk a big talk for someone who admitted to wanting to rip my dress off of me tonight.”

The man swallows dryly, eyes staring down at your exposed chest. You see his eyes open wide for a second before diverting his attention to the pool in the back, anything to take his focus off of you. The hardness that is poking your thigh is telling enough. You grab his chin, making him look at you again.

“You’re making this very hard for yourself by pretending like you don’t want me, Kim.” Determined, you start a line of kisses across his jawline, sucking lightly on the skin below his earlobe. The moan he lets out makes your knees shake a little. “Say you want me, and I’m yours.”

Unable to contain himself, Doyoung lowers his hands enough to grab your ass. You mewl in his ear at his roughness, just to taunt him.

“Shit, y/n.”

“I’m not wearing any underwear, thought you’d like to know.”

You can’t look at his pretty face, yours still buried in his neck, but you can clearly sense the torment he feels.

Finally, he gives up.

“Fuck this”, he mutters, pulling you into a kiss.

Doyoung moves his lips against yours deeply, with need, like he knows he’s never gonna get enough. You kiss him back just as eagerly, letting your tongue slide against his. The kiss feels perfect, as if his lips were only meant to be pressed against yours. Your whole body buzzes in the desire to make up for lost time.

“I want to taste you again”, he whispers into the kiss. “We can go back to hating each other in the morning.”

Doyoung slips from your hold then, falling down onto his knees. His hands move upwards from your calves towards your thighs, pushing up the fabric of your mini dress until you’re exposed enough for him. He leaves a bite on the soft skin of your inner thighs, on the place that he pet so diligently under the table earlier tonight.

“You look good like this.”

Confused, he pinches the collar of his dress shirt, tugging it a little.

“In this shirt?”

“On your knees.”

He chuckles, putting his mouth on your pussy finally. His lips are plush and soft, his small exhales make you shiver. You look around for any unwanted viewers yet your mind goes blank once Doyoung starts to move his tongue. Every lick feels like heaven, circling around your opening and entering you with his tongue. Biting your lip to stay as quiet as you can, you lift your right knee and rest it on his shoulder, grinding against his face.

“That’s it, use me.”, he sighs against your sensitive skin, making you want to scream at the sensation. His hands find their way over your ass again, grabbing you gluttonously. The mess of slick and spit helps your movement, his nose bumping against your clit with every circle of your hips. You’re already on edge from his teasing earlier, and when he starts to suck at the sensitive nub, you just can’t take it anymore.

You come embarrassingly fast, whole body tingling as he continues to flick his tongue against your clit during your high.

“I…”, is all you manage to whimper, but Doyoung doesn’t need anything else from you. The sight of you falling apart against his face is more than enough, patiently waiting for your legs to stop shaking and cleaning up the mess between your thighs in the meantime.

With a satisfied grin and a half-soaked up face, he gets on his feet again, holding you by the waist so that you don’t collapse. You’re still drunk by the orgasm and a bit disoriented, yet you still manage to slip your hands between your bodies, finding the outline of his cock. You start to massage his member over his clothes and Doyoung hisses, buckling his hips against your palm. The fabric under your fingertips starts to get wetter by the minute.

“I want you in my mouth”, you confess, dragging the zipper of his pants down and freeing his dick. He feels hot and hard and so fucking big in your palm that your mouth waters, precum already dribbling from his tip.

He stops your lazy strokes with a hand on your wrist before he kisses you again, and you can clearly taste yourself on his swollen lips. Not one to easily give up, you guide the tip of his cock between your wet folds, languidly dragging it back and forth until he groans in your mouth.

“Not here. Let’s go to our room.”

You nod, almost too desperately, letting him lead you forwards as you separate your back with the wall. It could be the champagne’s fault for your disorientation but it feels like you’re moving the wrong way, yet you don’t want to part your lips from his so you trust him blindly. The last thing you remember was floating on air.

Before you feel your body submerging in the pool water, that is.

You spend a few moments in panic before you realize you’re underwater, Doyoung quickly pulling you to the surface. You’re both panting when you finally manage to breathe again, and you curse at him when he flicks his wet hair out of his forehead, the droplets blinding you.

Your small designer bag floats just a couple of meters away from you, everything inside it ruined but you’re too tipsy to care about it now. All it takes is a glance at Doyoung’s flushed face for a nervous laugh to bubble up from your stomach, contagious as it makes him laugh as well. This is the lightest you’ve felt in a long time.

He swims closer to you, and you instinctively wrap your hands around him, locking your legs around his waist. He looks so handsome in the fluorescent lighting of the pool, his wet skin reminding you how good he looked this morning when he came out of the shower. You appreciate the little droplets decorating his eyelashes, fluttering as he blinks, staring at you. He looks at you so deeply that you’re scared he’s gonna see right through you, past the layers of skin and bones, and discover something that you’re not ready to admit just yet.

“What is it?”

“Even now, you look beautiful.”

You’re taken aback by his compliment, your face getting hot. In the ambiance of the night, you fail to remember what it was about Doyoung that you disliked so much. He lifts his thumbs to your undereyes, gently rubbing the running mascara off your face. You lean closer, giving him a peck at first, your hands smoothing down on his chest before kissing him again. And again. And again.

Soon, your back hits the wall of the pool, your body trapped between the hard surface and Doyoungs warm body. He sweeps his tongue across your lower lips, asking to enter your mouth again and you gladly let him. You’re shamelessly making out again, in the water now, and you feel his right hand slide from your face to your neck, grabbing at your throat.

He breaks the kiss, taking the time to admire how good you look deprived of oxygen. Your eyes are unfocused, mouth gaping open and lipstick smudged, tongue hanging out slightly. You look fucked out and it turns him on, cock painfully hard under your bare pussy.

“But you look more beautiful with my hands around your throat.

A thumb rubs your cheek before moving down to press onto your lips, and you lick his finger tentatively before sucking it inside your mouth. Your wet tongue moves around the digit slowly, making sure you show him just how talented you are before you let him go with a loud ‘pop’. God, he regrets not taking up your offer earlier.

“I need you”, you mewl with the little air still in your lungs, and Doyoung lets you go to hear your voice more clearly. “I need you now.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait either”, he agrees, looking around to make sure no one’s around. He turns you around then, the front of his body pressing against your back, and you rest your elbows on the pool tiles in front of you. Doyoung hikes your dress even higher, over your hips, kissing the top of your shoulder sensually. “You’re gonna have to be quiet. Okay, doll?”

You blindly agree with his words, already grinding your ass against him. He growls at your impatience, stilling your hips, and blindly looks for your entrance. You both gasp when he bottoms out inside you.

“Fuck”, you mutter at the feeling of him filling you to your gut, the stretch starting a fire in your stomach. He reaches for your chest, letting your boobs spill out from the hem of your dress to play with. The sensation makes you shiver, whimpering when he starts to tug at your nipples. Doyoung’s fingers that you love so much intertwine with yours as he starts to push his hips forward faster.

The pace is barely manageable, and when you push against him he finds that spot that has you seeing stars. If you were bad at being quiet before you were terrible now, long moans covering the sound of the small ripples you’re both creating.

His palm startles you when it covers your mouth suddenly, your sounds successfully muffled by his chlorine-flavored fingers.

“What’s wrong, does it feel too good?”, he asks smugly, snapping his hips even faster.

Your pride crumbles as you nod, biting on his fingers as his own snake their way over your already sensitive clit. The circles he draws around it have your eyes roll to the back of your head, your body putty in his hold.

“You said you could take it, but here you are, moaning like you don’t care who finds you getting all fucked out in public.” You whimper in his hand, gasping for air when he lets you breathe again. “The only thing you’re allowed to say from now on is my name when you come. Got it?”

“Doyoung!”, you moan out when your second orgasm washes over you, hitting you so hard that you think you might pass out right then and there. Your walls clench around his length, triggering his own orgasm, and he quickly pulls out of you before cumming in the water. His arm is still protectively wrapped around you as he thrusts his cock over your ass, riding it out.

You swim in complete silence for a while, catching your breaths. Doyoung helps you pull down your dress, picking up the floating bag for you as well. His jacket had survived the fall, dropping from your shoulders right before you took your involuntary dive, and he gets out of the pool to retrieve it as well.

“Are you okay?”, he asks you softly, helping you get out as well.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

It only took a couple of steps for you to realize that soaked heels on a wet tile floor are probably a bad idea. You stepped carefully, trying your hardest to keep your balance but still looking like a deer learning how to walk for the first time.

You stare in confusion when Doyoung crouches in front of you with his back facing you.

“Hop on. It’s too dangerous for you to walk like this.”

“But I-”

“The reception is not that far. Come on.”

Reluctantly, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, jumping a little for him to hold the back of your knees. The alcohol moves in your belly, making you dizzy, and you rest your forehead against the top of his head to ground yourself. You can smell the hotel’s shampoo he used this morning, and if you weren’t as embarrassed to have him carrying you you’re certain the scent alone could relax you enough to be put to sleep. You’re only hoping that he can’t feel your beating heart thumping against his back.

Doyoung doesn’t put you down even when you reach the elevator, the receptionists gossiping about you yet he doesn’t seem to care. You tap on his shoulder shyly, wanting to tell him you can handle it from here. Before you can even open your mouth, he repositions you higher on his back, his body language shushing you.

You wish you hadn’t caught your reflection on the elevator mirror. You’re both soaked to the bone, Doyoung’s clothes stuck on his body and his dying erection semi-visible on his thigh. His eyes are red from the alcohol and his lips pink from your lipgloss, but it’s not like you look any better. Your wet hair is messy, your makeup gone. You can’t wipe that stupid smile off your face.

He still carries you to the room, even opens the door for you.

“Here princess”, he mocks you, letting your feet touch the floor finally. You thank him quietly and move over to your suitcase, looking for your pijamas and some fresh underwear to put on. You’re not sure how to address the situation, it’s ridiculous how you can barely look at the man that just made you cum twice in the eyes. Not in a bad way, of course: he just didn’t feel like the same Doyoung that got in that flight with you yesterday, and you couldn’t stop the feeling of hope from growing enthusiastically in your stomach.

You grip the bathroom door nervously until your knuckles turn white, mustering the courage to spill out at least half of what you’re feeling. The sound of his name grabs his attention.

“What we did tonight-”

“...was a mistake.”

“Huh?”

You blink back at him twice, cursing at the tears that burn your eyes.

“It was a one time thing, right? Like I said, we’ll go back to hating each other in the morning.”

The room is dark, and you hope the dim lighting hides the obvious hurt that manifests itself on your face. You hate how a part of yourself still wants to grab him by the collar and take him in the shower with you. Beg him to love you again before that ‘morning’ comes. Kiss you so hard that he forgets whatever it is about you he despises so much that he can’t let it go. You can barely keep your voice from breaking.

“Right. I’ll take a shower and then I’ll pass out. Goodnight.”

“Good-”

You don’t let him finish, closing the door between you. He shouldn’t see you cry.

In the midst of all the laughter on such a beautiful morning like today, pressing on the power button of your phone while hoping it still works out of a miracle, you were the obvious stand out. You move your legs absentmindedly, only your feet dipped in the water, body slumped and looking miserable next to the children’s pool. You hoped that the sound of shrieking children might distract you from recalling the big rejection of last night, yet your growing headache makes you gradually regret yout decision more and more.

As you stare at a mother forcefully smear her child’s face with sunscreen, your phone still dead in your lap, your fingers toy with the buttons of your shirt. Doyoung’s shirt, actually. The same printed one he wore two days ago at the rehearsal. The need to have his smell on your body too intense for you to resist. God, you’re so pathetic.

“It looks better on you than me.”

His voice from behind you startles you, and before you can excuse yourself nicely he’s already taken a seat next to you. He looks rough, jaw stubbled from not shaving and with dark circles under his eyes. You wonder if he had a sleep as restless as yours.

“I know”, you reply and he chuckles. “I’m sorry for taking this without asking. I was planning on returning it before you woke up.”

“It’s okay”, he shrugs and you’re met with silence again, the atmosphere heavy with the memories of last night weighing you both down. You were ready to pretend taking a call from your useless phone when he speaks up again.

“Let’s play last night’s game again.”

“The question game?”

“Yeah.”

“Doyoung, I can’t handle any mimosas right now.”

“No alcohol, just questions. Just-”, he sighs, looking at you with pleading eyes. “Just talk to me.”

“Theres nothing to talk about. We did what we did, you regret it. It’s fine.”

“No it’s not fine-”

“It’s fine!”, you insist, lifting your shoulders and dropping them again disappointedly. “I can’t force you to like me back.” You can tell your words upset him, but he still decides to let you finish. “But I was kind of hoping you’d at least be my friend.”

You hear a muffled groan from your side, turning to see Doyoung rub his face with his hands.

“I’m such a fucking idiot.”

“Why?”

“Because I do like you back.”

“You- you do?”

“God, y/n, are you serious? I’ve liked you ever since I walked into the school and saw you on the teachers’ lounge for the first time. I like the stupid pins you wear in your hair. I like the little songs you make up on Monday mornings. I like your handwriting on the chalkboard. I like the way you say my name, I like how you feel around me. And now you’re sitting next to me looking all pretty in my shirt and all I can thing about is-”

You press his open mouth against your lips, muffling his words, kissing him fiercely. He’s surprised but only for a second before the heat of your body thaws his frozen state, digging his fingers in your hair as he kisses you back. His rough stubble scratches your chin but the dull pain only makes you kiss him harder, pulling your body against yours until your heart hammers loudly in your ears. Your lips part open and tongues meet, minty from the toothpaste you used that morning and you’re ready to fully succumb under his body weight, let him lay those broad shoulders on top of you fully.

“There’s children around!”, an angry father from afar yells so you push him away, embarrassed, rubbing your lips. The pure serotonin that you get when you see his gummy smile again is irreplaceable, and you both laugh in the ridiculousness of the situation. You wonder what your coworker would say if she saw the two of you like this, getting carried away by each other at such a place, and you giggle thinking of her reaction. Doyoung is the first to speak.

“In conclusion, yes, I will be your friend.”

“Is that what you do with your friends?”

“Sure”, he jokes, and you shove him a little with your elbow. “I’m always here for you if you need shoulders to cry on”

“Awww”

“...or to lay your legs on.”

“Doyoung!”, you squeal and kick some water his way, like a cat that needed to be reprimanded. He laughs heartily, lightly, patting his skin that got wet dry.

“All jokes aside”, he adds, intertwining your fingers and resting your connecting hands on his thigh, “when we get back, I want to take you out on a proper date.”

“Fine”, you agree, giving him another kiss and hoping it won’t get you kicked out, “As long as you promise that you won’t throw us fully clothed in a pool again.”

“Keep it up and I’ll throw you fully clothed in a pool right now.”

captain’s log

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: college!au | fratboy!au | sexual themes (minors DNI)

word count: 8.7k

warnings: lots of drinking, profanity, a tiny bit of sexual content, suggestive language, sunghoon biceps,  y/n is a serial party-goer, fake frats, lots of semi-unhumorous banter, ft le sserafim bc i needed more characters

༄࿔˚✧ synopsis: “If you’re trying to be subtle about checking me out, it’s really not working.” You were too drunk to care, and met his eyes, “Yeah, yeah you caught me. Life’s more fun without subtlety.”

The captain’s log is a form of record-keeping used by sailors to keep track of incidents, such as weather, ship sightings, and any other information about the vessel and her passengers.

CAPTAIN’S LOG ENTRY 11:30 pm please I beg of a crumb of pussy

It took you approximately 46 seconds to sober up after the first whoop of the sirens outside the house. Red and blue lights peeked through the cardboard panels that were haphazardly stuck in between the blinds of the windows. From the continuing booming music, the thundering steps of the dance floor, and the bumping bodies, you realized you were one of very few to realize that the party was getting rolled. And you did not want to be caught in the mess of policemen shining flashlights into mascara stained faces.

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love me, hate me - p. sunghoon (m)

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

college!au, frat!au, enemies to lovers!au, friends w benefits!au

warnings: smut (drunk sex, blowjob, eating out, shower sex, car sex, both unprotected & protected sex, choking (m), grinding, bathroom sex, degradation, rough sex, oral (f&m), fingering, just a lot of smut), alcohol usage, sunghoon and the reader being extremely rude to each other, sunghoon is an asshole, lots of sexual tension

genre: smut, angst, fluff if you look close enough

word count: 30.8k+

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if people thought the constant bickering of tom and jerry was something, they’ve never seen you and sunghoon in real life. even the way he breathed irritated you but there was no point in denying the sexual tension between you and him. one drunken night led to another one, and another, you found yourself going back in his bed sober. waking up next to him became a habit that you wanted to keep to yourself. the only thing about sunghoon that you didn’t hate was his capability of making you orgasm more than twice with only his fingers.

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in which sunghoon found himself falling harder for you but didn’t even have the courage to admit it to himself, not when you hated him with everything you got.

If you told somebody that you and Park Sunghoon used to be best buddies throughout middle school and high school, they would just tell you to quit joking. It was the truth, though, you and Sunghoon used to be close friends before college. But that was before he decided to fuck up and made you hate him with everything you’ve got. The cute dimple on his right cheek when he threw a dashing smile was like a mask to cover his real identity. You admit that his single dimple was cute, but under that façade, he was no longer the pretty boy everyone thought he was. If only people knew Park Sunghoon the way you did. The things he had done to you, making the rest of your high school senior year a living hell.

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tutor for sex math

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✘ Pairing: Tutor!Park Jay x Engineering student!afab!Reader

✘ Genre: Smut

✘ Word count: 6.5k

✘ Warnings: hard dom Jay, sub reader, sir kink, oral sex, pet names, cursing, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cum play, multiple rounds of sex, multiple orgasms, masturbating, pussy slapping

✘ A/n: Hello lomls, I want to start by saying thank you to everyone for the immaculate amount of support 🥺 Today is the one month anniversary of this acc and we’re already over 1.1k followers! Therefore I wanted to release my first long fic on this day, I hope you like it and enjoy it while reading :D As always, all types of feedback is so precious to me whether it’s an ask, comment or especially a reblog with cute tags. It really makes me hop out of joy and giggle like a teenager who just fell in love 🥺🤚🏼. Giving smoochies to all of you, take care and stay healthy, love you lots :3💖

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✿ pairing: streamer! lee heeseung x female reader, established relationship

✿  heeseung wants nothing more than for you to go live with him; 1.7k words, fluff

✿ notes: back again on my streamer heeseung bullshit! lol 

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song for no one | k. doyoung

Pairing: DOYOUNG x reader, TAEYONG x reader Genre: Angst, smut, fluff Word Count: 8.5k Warnings: language, drinking, unprotected sex (pls wear protection fgs), loss of virginity, stripping, oral sex (female receiver), i know there's more but i couldn't think of them lol please let me know.

Summary: First love that started with a one night stand ended up in a relationship without a label. None between you and Doyoung had a problem with your odd situation. Everything was fine… until it wasn't.

AN: Aaaaand we're back at it again with a new story! Holy crap a month goes by too fast and we’re starting another era of Shawn Mendes playlist! This is my first one shot of 2022, looking forward for more with you guys. Please please have fun reading this and I hope you guys love this! 🤍

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I wake up a little drunk Check my phone, I’m all alone Ten missed calls, A couple texts None of them are who I’m looking for Who I’m looking for, yeah

An ear-shattering noise echoed in Doyoung’s room. His phone rang for the tenth time today, he doubted any of those were from you because honestly, why would you call him in the middle of the day? He remained laying on his bed, wearing a very classy black suit, blankly staring at the ceiling. How long has that crack been there? Why is he so stupid to let you go? Why didn’t he notice that he has a popcorn ceiling, he hates popcorn ceilings. Wait— has he mentioned he’s stupid to let you go? Because that should be on the top of the list of his moronic questions.

It probably became a routine for Doyoung to reminisce about the good days he spent with you. How long has he been reliving those days? Half a year? An hour? Four years? Who cares and who’s counting anyway? Oh right. Him. He counts the month, days and possibly hours that went by without you by his side. Something to keep himself miserable for all these years. It's only the pain that's been reminding him that the love both of you had was real and not just a figment of his imagination.

4 years ago

It’s Friday night. It means that the bar is full of people who are going to have fun before the weekend starts and some that just needed to drink their problems away. Doyoung is sitting at the corner of the bar counter, hidden from the sight of people that could possibly recognize him— or at least to let them know that he doesn’t like to chit chat with them. It’s a small town, everybody knows everybody, and during big occasions like college graduation, the one and only bar in town is everyone’s go-to place for celebration.

Doyoung however, visited the bar both to celebrate his graduation and drown his disappointments in alcohol. He didn’t even bother taking off his graduation gown and would probably get charged three hundred bucks for it. Does he care though? No, not tonight. He would have cared if his parents showed up to see him graduate, but he went to the auditorium alone and left the venue still alone. He has every right not to care at the moment.

“Celebrating or problematic?”

He looked beside him to see who dared to speak to him when he’s clearly not interested in making any sort of conversation. But whatever he was going to say flew out of the window when he saw you smiling at him while waiting for your table’s drinks. Doyoung unconsciously sat up straight and cleared his throat before replying.

“Both.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him. All of a sudden, Doyoung felt so conscious of his looks and was about to take off the graduation gown when you spoke again.

“My shift is done in 15 minutes. Drink with me after?”

Doyoung just stared at your boldness. In his 22 years of living, no one had shown interest in him like you just did. You look way too pretty for him, are you sure you’re not drunk or just acting out of boredom? He contemplated for a second, but the way you look back at him makes him nod. It’s not like someone’s going to ask him to get a drink everyday, so he took his chance. It’s just a drink anyway, nothing could get wrong.

“Sure. Why not?”

This is a song for no one This is a song for no one

“So. Both huh?” You said as you take off your apron and lay it folded on top of the counter. “Joe, give me one white russian please.” You called out to the bartender who nodded and went to make your drink. You sat down beside him and rested your chin on your palm then stared at him. “Talk. I’ll listen.” You smiled.

It amazes him how brazen you are and doesn't come off as cocky at the same time. Something about you makes him comfortable. You feel like you’re someone he’s known for a while now. Your smile draws him in, your smell gives him solace. The corner of lips formed into a smile. He was tipsy earlier but he certainly sobered up because of you.

Doyoung raised his hand to get the bartender’s attention. “One scotch on the rock with a twist and put her cocktail on my tab, please. Thanks, man.”

You watched him move, talk and how his eyes glistened when he pulled a smile. It’s not in your nature to be friendly with customers, you treat them with the standard customer service and that’s it. Why on earth did you talk to this lonely sad-looking guy is a question you keep pushing to the back of your head. But are you regretting it? No.

“Scotch with a twist. Indeed, celebrating while problematic.” You chuckled and it made him do the same. “Tell me then. What brought you here?”

If someone else had asked Doyoung this, he would probably tell them to get lost. It’s personal and honestly, it’s not anyone’s business, but he liked you and something about you is worth telling so he shared.

“As you can see I just graduated from university, that's what I’m celebrating for.” He gestured to his graduation gown that made you laugh.

Your drinks came and you quickly took your glass of cocktail and raised it, “So that’s the lime. Cheers to that.” Doyoung also raised his glass with a smile on his face. “Okay, moving on.” You continued.

“The scotch is my parents. I haven’t seen my parents for six years and they promised that they will see me graduate. It’s not like they’re in a different country, they can literally just ride a train. I don’t know what explanation they said and stopped listening. We’ve planned this day for years but they did not show up.” Doyoung took a sip from his drink and winced a little. “Sorry. I know it sounds juvenile, but it’s our dream.”

You raised your hand and waved it vigorously, dismissing his comment. “Totally not. I understand dreams and education.” Your once playful tone was now exchanged for a serious one. “I would’ve been graduating with your batch only if I continued going to college after I went to high school, but money is a little tight- actually no that’s an understatement, I have no money for college. It’s also my dream to go back to school to get my degree and I am near to starting it.” You smiled at him. “So no. I don’t think your problem is immature. You worked hard to get there and if you wanted recognition from your parents, you should have gotten that.”

Doyoung stared at you with admiration. The way you speak sounds so smart. He’s unsure if that’s what he really feels or he’s just getting a little drunk. But one thing is for sure, he likes your company and would want to talk to you more about literally anything.

“Thank you. That means a lot to hear.” You gave him a sympathetic smile and took a sip from your drink. “So… Going back to school?” Doyoung asked.

You nodded and smiled dreamily, “Yes. I’ve always wanted to finish school. Get me a decent job. I mean, don’t get me wrong, my job here as a server is great money-wise. I get a lot of tips which help big time, but I don't see myself working here for my whole life. I want more and I’m almost near, I have been saving every penny to send myself to college and I’m getting there.” It was then that Doyoung saw how much more your eyes hold than the world could offer.

The two of you talked for hours. You talked about the most random things and yet still managed to keep the conversation going. Doyoung realized that you laugh at almost everything and how you would smack his arm whenever you agreed to whatever he was saying.

Your shift ended at 10 PM and it’s now almost 3 AM. The staff of the bar were already cleaning up when Doyoung noticed the time.

“Geez. The bar is already closed. We have to leave before they throw us out.” Doyoung tried to sound cheerful despite feeling disappointed that you’d have to go in separate ways. He hasn’t even asked for your name yet.

Little did he know your impulsiveness hasn’t ended yet.

“Oh by the way, what is your-”

“Do you want to go to my apartment?”

Doyoung just stood there, looking at you utterly dumbfounded. He could feel that his knees became weak, his palms were sweaty. To be flirted with at the bar is one thing and to be asked to go home with a stranger at 3 AM is another. Could this be it? This could really be it, right? The thought of getting laid makes him so nervous. You see, Doyoung is a virgin. A 22-year-old-male-college-graduate virgin.

“W-what?” He asked, nervousness can be heard from his voice. “Are you sure?”

You do not need to hear his voice to know that he’s getting tense, his face says it all. He could try to hide it in his voice, but his expressions are pretty transparent.

“Yes. Have a coffee at my place, you can go home when the sun's up. Extend your celebration.” You have no idea where this confidence is coming from, but you’re liking it. Something tells you that this night is a night that you will remember for a long time if not for the rest of your life.

Doyoung is either a pushover or gullible, but he came home to your apartment without thinking twice. The ride back to your apartment is quiet, but the tension is high. Doyoung’s hand on his lap is twitching every few minutes, wanting to hold your hand but doesn’t want to make the car ride more awkward than it is now. You on the other hand noticed his dilemma and were chanting ‘make a move, make a move, make a move’ in your head. You wanted to feel the warmth of his hand on your thigh so bad.

You parked the car and removed your seatbelt. He caught your eyes for a second and both of you gave a smile. Doyoung followed you as you made your way to your apartment. You were picking out the key for the front door and you can feel Doyoung so close behind you that you could almost feel his heat on your back. His closeness makes your core itch and wet, and the smell of your fabric conditioner is enough to make Doyoung feel aroused.

The moment you closed the door after you is when things escalated quickly. The sexual tension between the two of you exploded. Doyoung kissed you hungrily and you kissed back. His arm is around your waist and his other hand snaked to the back of your head, pushing you closer to his lips to deepen the kiss. His tongue looked for yours, tasting the coffee liquor from your mouth.

You found your way to your bedroom without parting your lips. Both of your hands are now under his shirt, feeling his soft skin. The two of you are catching your breath when the kissing stopped, but your eyes are staring at each other.

Doyoung tugged your shirt, “Take this off for me.” He sat down on the edge of your bed, slightly laying down and waited for you to move. You smiled lustfully and took off your shirt together with your pants, leaving you in your underwear. He scanned your body and noticed how beautiful you look. The first woman he saw half-naked right before his eyes.

The look on his face screams lust. You sat on his lap, facing him and slowly rubbed yourself on his hardened manhood. He gripped your ass with both of his hands and helped you grind on him. The friction between the two of you is enough to create sweet noises from your mouths.

A few minutes later, Doyoung laid down flat on his back and gestured for you to come closer to his face. You thought he wanted to make out with you while laying down, but he wanted to make out with something else. He wanted you to sit on his face. You were thinking twice about whether or not you should do it. You have no idea what you were doing and he might notice it if you decline. Fuck it. You thought and crawled to his face.

Doyoung on the other hand is wishing for the universe to give him the ‘beginners luck’ as what they call it. He thought it’s best for him to lead so you won’t suspect that he has absolutely no idea of what he was doing.

You are now on the top of his face and Doyoung could smell how inviting you are. Without wasting any second, he pulled your panties to the side, opened his mouth and licked your core with enough pressure to make you instantly shiver at the contact. Both of his hands are holding your thighs, pushing you down to his face. His crotch twitched as soon as he tasted you, an unexplainable sweet metallic taste that makes him want to savour you more. His tongue made you feel something you didn’t know you were able to feel. Soon enough, you’re shaking and asking him to stop.

Doyoung lets you lay down and rest as he stands up and loses his own clothes. He crawled on top of you while kissing your thighs on the way up to your breasts. He cupped them and kissed and bit your nipple through your bra, making you arch your back. He took this opportunity to try to take off the hook of your bra, and he luckily did on the first try. He looked at your beautifully shaped breasts before sucking them, making you moan even more.

“You’re breathtaking.” He whispered in your ear. The low vibration of his voice made your core dripping wet.”Are you ready?”

You felt him positioning himself in front of you and the tip of his rock-hard cock is now aiming at your entrance. Then it hit you, this is your first time and you have no idea how painful it’s going to be. You backed away instantly, startling Doyoung back to his feet. He thought he did something wrong, he thought he was figured out. Was he moving too fast? Should he have done more foreplay? But the words that came out of your mouth made his heart melt.

“I-I’m a virgin. I’m sorry.” You looked away, avoiding his gaze, hiding yourself behind your pillow. Embarrassed that you ruined the perfect mood just now.

Doyoung’s heart quickened. He smiled genuinely which you failed to see, he sat down on the edge of your bed, keeping a respectful distance. “I'm a virgin too.”

You looked up to him to see if he was making fun of you. He is smiling but there is no hint of mockery. You saw the genuinity in his eyes. That explains why he hasn’t noticed how stiff you are, he’s as ignorant as you are. Both of you shared a heartfelt laugh. You tap the empty space beside you, asking him to sit beside you. He moved to your side and cuddled you, putting one arm around your naked body, while your head was on his chest. Both of you enjoyed the contact of each other’s skin and how the warmth of the other is very comforting.

With a mischievous grin, you slid down your hand to his still-hard crotch and gently stroked it. “Let me try to make you feel good.” You said and went down on him, making Doyoung’s eyes close with pleasure painted on his face.

Get on a plane Fly to the most beautiful place you’ve ever been Close to my eyes

Doyoung woke up from the smell of crackling bacon. The morning light hits his body, he can feel the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the sheets that wrap around him. You on the other hand are cooking brunch while humming Christmas carols in mid-June.

You were busy poaching eggs for the toast when you felt arms around your waist and a kiss on your neck. The butterflies in your tummy are restless this morning.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He whispered and kissed you on your cheek. “What are you doing?” Your lips instantly pulled up into a smile.

“I’m cooking you breakfast. Last night wore me out and I thought since you… did all the work, you’re probably more tired than I am.” You shyly explained that you’re cooking him food because he just gave you the best- and only- sex you’ve had in your life.

“You didn’t have to. I could have easily gone to pick up breakfast for us.” Doyoung said with a slight frown on his face. “We could have cuddled more this morning.” He pouted his lips.

This is the first time you looked at him in the daylight. The dim light in the bar and in your room last night could only let you see much of his face, but now that the morning light is busting through the curtains, you could see how much more handsome he is.

“We could cuddle the whole day if you’d like. But eat your breakfast first.” You smiled at him. Doyoung could swear that he almost felt his heart jump out of his chest.

Last night was phenomenal for the both of you, but as virgins, you have done a lot of things that a one night stand shouldn’t do. Like cuddling after sex and cooking breakfast the next morning. It’s either both of you are genuinely ignorant of the unspoken rule of one-night stands or you’re just too infatuated with each other that none of you cared enough to give a shit.

The honeymoon feeling stayed for another week then was replaced with domestic bliss. Doyoung was at your place for most of the days in a week. He's almost like living with you, which you didn’t mind at all. It has been months since that night and none of you talked about your relationship, but after that night there is like a common understanding between the two of you that you belong to one another.

You and Doyoung go on dates every weekend. Doyoung would always pick you up from your work, no matter how early he has to wake up the next morning because he doesn’t like it when you’re going home alone in the middle of the night.

“Hey Y/N! Your boyfriend’s waiting for you by the back door!” Joe the bartender yelled across the bar where the rest of the staff was finishing up their closing duties.

You shook your head and groaned in annoyance, but there was a smile on your face. “He’s not my boyfriend, Joe! How many times do I have to tell all of you that?” You yell back as you wear your jacket and hook your bag on your shoulder, walking your way to the back door.

There you see Doyoung sleeping in his car. You stood by his window and watched him draw a frown on his face. He’s been working twice as hard to get the promotion in the company he works at, yet he still finds the energy to drive 30 minutes to your work and another 30 back to your apartment, and an hour to go home. He is tired from work and you notice that even though he never says it.

You appreciate the care he has for you and wondered why none of you are talking about the situation of your relationship. A part of you is thinking of finally giving it a label, but the other is afraid that label would just ruin what you have right now. You sighed to yourself and gently knocked on his window.

His eyes are bloodshot red but he manages to give you a small smile. He unlocked the doors and you went around to the passenger seat. Doyoung gave you a kiss on your cheek then helped you put your seatbelt on, “How was work?”

It was fucking tiring you thought you’d collapse in exhaustion. But you could see that he’s more exhausted than you are so you gave him a smile and shrugged, “It was okay. You?”

He knew you were lying, he ruffled your hair and also smiled then shrugged. “It was okay too. Want to grab Pho before we go home?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” You beamed.

Doyoung would spoil you as much as he likes. You keep telling him that he doesn’t have to but his love language is giving gifts. It’s like every week he would buy you small stuff that he thinks you’d like. Barret, a mug, a pot of plant, pillow, a book, socks. You name it, he probably already bought it for you.

Tonight, you were eating lasagna at his place. Doyoung constantly steals a glance from you, finding the right time to give you his gift. Your food was almost finished when he slid to you a blue box across the table. You looked at him, grinning like an idiot. “A gift? Again?”

Doyoung nodded proudly. You excitedly opened the box and peeked inside. A beautiful bracelet with a lotus flower as its charm. “Lotus flower blooms beautifully in the muddiest part of the water. It means there will be setbacks in your life, but you’ll get through it no matter what. It reminds me of your perseverance.” He explained shyly.

You were so moved by what he said, it brought tears to your eyes. “That is so beautiful Doyoung. I have no words.” You said. Heart pounding like crazy. Yes, you got it bad. You couldn’t imagine how a random guy at the bar you work at would mean this much to you. You took his hand and kissed its palm. And with your softest voice, you mumbled the three words that made Doyoung’s world vibrant, “I love it, and I love you.”

He stood up from his seat and gave you a tight hug and a kiss on your head, “I love you too, baby.”

A love that has no label, but no one has a problem with it because the two of you know you’re for one another. You did everything that couples do and the absence of a label to your relationship did not stop the two of you from loving each other dearly.

Couple more months later, Doyoung got a decent job that pays him generously. He did ask you to move in with him, but you refused, saying you wanted to have a place of your own. Doyoung being the supportive almost-boyfriend he is, did not put up a fight and let you be. He even joked about it saying that you pulled a Carrie Bradshaw on him.

He is proud of how independent you are. You worked your ass off every night to pay for your bills and save money for your school. Though he never failed to remind you that he is willing to help if you ever needed help financially, you never took advantage of it.

It’s been almost two years since the two of you met in that club and nothing has changed. You are the consistency that Doyoung has been craving his whole life. The person he would never want to lose. He is so certain of his future with you that he started saving money to ask for your hand in marriage. He introduced you to his parents and they were very happy to meet you, his friends are also your friends. Doyoung welcomed you to his life and you’re almost like you’re living in his. You don’t know if you should be worried about it that he’s becoming more and more dependent on you, or glad that someone is so much in love with you that you’re his top priority.

Things are better in my dreams Cause I’m with someone Someone I adore

You and Doyoung are walking at the park side by side. Hands are intertwined with each other. He looks absolutely handsome in his brown trench coat and slicked-back hair. The autumn air is very refreshing and the park is filled with brown fallen leaves. Kids are playing and dogs are rolling on the grass, families are having picnics with their classic plaid picnic mat and picnic basket.

“Doie, I have something to tell you.” You said as you reached the park bench. You sat on it and pulled him beside you.

He looked at you with the same adoration in his eyes that never faltered since the first time he saw you. “You sound very enthusiastic. What’s that about?”

“I have saved up enough money and I am finally going to university!” You beamed and you saw how Doyoung’s eyes widened, his mouth gaped open. He stood up and hugged you up from your seat.

“Congratulations Y/N! I am so proud of you! That is such great news! My work is close to the university so I can definitely pick you up and drop you off of your apartment, or you could move closer to the campus! We could be neighbours! Oh, and we’ll have the same alma mater! How cool is that?” Doyoung rambled excitedly that you didn’t get to speak and explain to him an important detail of the news.

“Doie, we will not have the same alma mater and we’re not going to be neighbours because I’m not going to that school.” You explained calmly.

Doyoung gave you a look and scoffed. “Of course you are. That’s literally the only place you could go to. That’s the only university in town, baby.” It’s either he doesn’t get it or he’s denying the possibility of you leaving town.

“I applied to a university in the city and got accepted. I barely made it, but I received a call yesterday, they told me that I earned a spot. School starts in two weeks so I have to leave next week because I still have to find and move into a new apartment there.” You said with enthusiasm but the man in front of you is feeling the exact opposite.

“I don’t understand…” Doyoung answered eyes are everywhere except yours.

You held his hand, “What's not to understand, Doie? I’m going back to school! This is my dream. Aren’t you happy for me?” You smiled at him. You expected him to feel taken aback. It is big and sudden news and you understand that what you told him could be a little difficult to absorb. But you have faith in Doyoung, he’s always been very supportive. Your dream is practically his dream too.

But what he did next wasn’t something you expected to happen nor imagined Doyoung would do. He shoved your hand away aggressively and his eyes were furious. “You cannot leave.” He said with a stern voice.

You know things will escalate quickly so you’ve chosen to become the bigger person and remained calm. You stood up from your seat and looked him in the eye. “Let’s not talk about it here. Let’s go back to my apartment.”

Doyoung stood up from his seat and ran his fingers through his hair, clearly pissed. “No. We’re going to talk about it now. You’re leaving in a week, I don’t think this talk could wait any longer.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at what he said. “Doyoung, my apartment is literally an 8-minute walk from here. Do you really want people to hear this?” You were whispering but with gritted teeth. You could only hold back so much and you admit that you’re also slowly losing your patience.

“Let them fucking listen! Why the hell would you care?! You’re leaving anyway!” He yelled. He yelled at you, in a public park.

That’s it. You’re not going to stay there and let him humiliate you in front of other people. You will not let him treat you poorly whether or not you’re in public. You left him and walked away as fast as your short legs could do, you could still hear him calling your name but what he said was right. Why the hell would you care?

You didn’t go home that night and the night after that. You know all too well that Doyoung would be waiting for you by your door and you just don’t want to see him after what happened in the park. Though you tried to get away from him, he never stops calling you on your phone and leaving you texts. He doesn’t seem to be too aggressive anymore, but you could read his frustration between the lines.

Doyoung knows what he did was over the line. Yelling at you in the park is something he did without thinking. He would say sorry if he could, but you were avoiding him. And he hates the fact that you wasted two whole days trying to get away from him when you only have a week before you leave for university.

On the third night, you caught Doyoung sitting by your door, waiting for you. His head hung low, had probably fallen asleep while waiting for you to come home. The jangle of your keys woke him up and he immediately stood on his feet, his eyes were tired. “Y/N let’s talk. Please.” He pleaded and went after you inside your apartment.

“Talk then.” You coldly replied while you went straight to your kitchen and set up a pot of water on the stove.

“It is very sudden. I’m not prepared for you leaving me here!”

“What do I do to get support here, Doyoung?! I thought you were happy for me! After years of waiting, I could finally send myself to university!”

Doyoung paced back and forth in the room. One hand on his hip, the other on his nape. “I do support you, always have and I always will. But you cannot leave! Stay here.” He said in all seriousness.

You raised both of your hands and dropped them to your side. “This is fucking unbelievable.” You mumbled but enough for him to hear it. “And what Doyoung? Give up my dreams? Is that how selfish you are?!”

He quickly snapped his head in your direction, “How am I selfish Y/N?! I’m not telling you to give up your dreams, don’t put words into my fucking mouth! We have a college here that you can go to! I can even help you get in if you apply now!”

Giving a sarcastic laugh, you walked to your living room and sat on the couch. He followed after you. “I don’t fucking want to attend that mediocre school. If you’re okay with that school then good for you.”

Doyoung took offence to that. He valued his education and he worked really hard to finish college with flying colours. Everything he has right now, he owes it to his education. “Are you telling me I have no standards? Is that what you’re saying? Huh?” He walked closer to you, both of his hands are on his hips now.

You laughed out loud, “Wow! Look who’s putting words in someone else’s mouth now! I never said that, Doyoung. What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

He scoffed, “No Y/N. The question is what the fuck is wrong with you!” He pointed at you, tears are pooling around his eyes. “You didn’t give me enough time to process this shit!”

Frustrated, you gripped your hair and groaned. “Didn’t I tell you that they called me late?! They just told me a few days ago! How am I supposed to tell you early that I’m leaving when I didn’t even know if I got accepted!”

“Don’t you understand?! It’s not you not telling me sooner! It’s you keeping things to yourself! You should have told me when you applied to that school! We should have planned this out together! Why would you go and decide this on your fucking own! And now what? You’re leaving me here alone?!”

Doyoung’s crying. He could barely finish what he said between his sobs. He felt betrayed. Like he was kept in the dark. He told you everything about himself, his plans. He’s an open book to you. But you, you kept him in the shade. You only feed him so little information about yourself. He tried respecting it, he understands that you wanted to keep some things private, but this news is too big to just keep it to yourself. Because you leaving is not just about you, he’s affected too.

You watched his figure cry. His breathing is faster. He had his head low and one hand was covering his eyes as if it would hide the pain he was feeling right now. Your head hurts. You just wanted this conversation to stop. You know this would just go round and round without resolving anything.

“Why do I have to tell you, Doyoung? We’re not anything. I could leave tomorrow without telling you if I wanted to.” You said apathetically.

He raised his head and stared at you bewildered. The moment that came out of your mouth, you knew you fucked up. You knew what you said was just wrong.

“Is that how it is?” Doyoung asked. His heart was shattered into pieces. What you said is a slap to his face and a punch to his gut.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Look, you could just come with me. I’ll help you look for a job there. We can live together.” You stood up and walked to him but he took a step back.

He looked at you with so much disappointment. His face is expressionless, but his eyes spoke a thousand words. “Good luck in school, Y/N and I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday.” Without letting you reply, he quickly turned around and left your apartment. That was the last time you’d ever seen him.

Yes, he’s not your boyfriend, but you spent your happiest years with him. He’s Doyoung. The man you love.

You tried reaching out to him and even went and waited at his apartment, but he never went home. His phone was off the whole time. You even went to his office, but they said he’s on leave. You only have the whole day left and Doyoung just disappeared like that.

With a heavy backpack and a car full of your stuff, you went to the bar you used to work at and left a small envelope to the bartender. “Joe, please remember to give it to Doyoung when you see him. I need him to read that, okay?” You reminded him as you held back your tears.

You wanted to cry, but is it not your fault? You were so used to being independent you forgot that Doyoung has always been by your side. You’ve realized how much you’ve shut him off but he never complained. He’s the most understanding and selfless person you have ever met and you were his opposite. It’s a shame on your part that you did not treat him the way he should be treated.

Later that night, Doyoung went to the bar to get himself a drink. He knows you already left town and he has no plans for the rest of the week other than drowning himself with alcohol. He’s at the same corner where he first met you and it reminded him again of how stupid he is for not putting a label in your relationship. Isn’t it partly his fault too? For letting you take control of everything and him just agreeing to whatever you want.

“Hey. Y/N dropped this envelope this morning. She wanted you to have this.” Joe said and handed him an envelope. He looked at its back and there his name was written with your handwriting. God. He misses you already.

He wanted to read it but didn't want to at the same time. He’s scared of what that letter would say, he’s afraid that you might crush his now broken heart. But curiosity took the best of him. He carefully opened the envelope and took out a piece of paper folded in four. He unfolded it gently and started reading it.

“My love Doie,

I’m sorry for what I said that day. I won’t make any excuses on why I said that, I’m just really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.

The past few days without you is like torture to me. I couldn’t get a hold of you and I’m missing you like crazy. I am sorry for treating you poorly and overlooking the love you have for me.

I love you. With all I am. I might regret this, but I’m going to let you go. I cannot sacrifice my dream to keep this love. I know I am being selfish and I might be asking for too much, but can you wait for me? Wait for my love.”

Doyoung softly brought the piece of paper to his chest and mumbled between his tears, “Of course.”

This is a song for no one I wrote this song for no one

Four years later, a lot has happened to Doyoung. He was promoted at his job and was able to buy himself a house and a car. He travelled to different countries and met a lot of people. But wherever he is or whoever he’s with, he would always wonder how you were. Have you eaten yet? Was university life being hard on you? Are you near reaching your dreams? What if he agreed to come with you instead of walking out of your apartment that night? Do you still want him to wait for you? Do you still love him the same?

It’s always the same tireless questions for four years that remained unanswered. His friends advised him to just move on, that after four years, your letter now was nothing but just meaningless writing. But Doyoung did not listen. He hopes you haven’t forgotten what you have asked him in that letter. He knows you’re coming back to that same old small town.

And he’s right. You did come back.

It was a Saturday evening during summer. Doyoung closed a deal with probably one of the biggest clients his company has ever handled. His coworkers wanted to celebrate with him, but he refused. For some reason, Doyoung craved to be alone for tonight. It was 10 PM and he found himself driving to a very familiar road heading to a place he hadn't been at for a long time.

He came into the bar and it still looked the same as it was years ago. There are familiar faces he noticed that are still working there. The place is packed but he made his way to the bar counter where the bartender, Joe, now his friend, is located. He scanned the area to look for him, but his eyes caught a very familiar figure.

Doyoung could only see your back but it made his heart panic. He suddenly got nervous. He couldn’t be wrong. He knows every curve of your body and he’s certain of the person he’s seeing. You finally came back.

He was brought back to his senses when Joe called his name. “Look who’s here!” He pointed at you and you looked back to see. Doyoung’s heart stopped beating. You’re ever more beautiful. You didn’t age one bit. Your eyes still hold the wonders of the world, your smile could still light up the skies.

“Doyoung!” You called out to him and went to him to give him a hug. Doyoung just stood there, eyes wide open but happiness was evident on his face. “How have you been?!” You asked.

“I'm great.” He answered enthusiastically, eyes following every move you make. He still couldn't believe that you were back. “You? How’s student life for you?”

Doyoung sat on the stool next to yours, totally disregarding Joe whom he was looking for just a second ago.

“Oh, it was great! My sorority sisters are very nice, school is pretty pressuring but it was fun. I had a lot of friends, met a lot of new people.” The way you said the last part is like you're testing the waters with Doyoung, but he didn't catch that tone. He was too busy engraving your face in his mind, just in case you leave again without any warnings.

Of course, you know that Doyoung is still in love with you. People talk. The moment you arrive in that small town, all you’ve heard about is Doyoung still waiting for you to come back home. You didn't think that he would wait this long, you’ve had no communication with him and you assumed that he was seriously mad at you when you left.

Yes you loved him and it took you a long time to get over your first love, so you’re aware that the news you bring would crush his soul once again, but he has to know it.

But how are you going to say that you came back because you're getting married to someone else?

For now, you push that thought at the back of your mind and let yourselves catch up with each other's lives. Both of you forgot about the time, it's past midnight but none of you are close to getting enough. It's like you're talking with your best friend.

He is still the same selfless Doyoung you loved. He’s so eager to know how you've been in the city that he wouldn't stop asking you questions unless you ask him about himself.

“I have been promoted twice. I get paid generously now. I finally bought my own house and a car. I'm thinking of buying more properties this year for investment. I try to travel every couple of months, I go on spontaneous vacations. It's the only way I could unwind away from this gloomy town. It wasn't like this before, but since you left everything I see here reminds me of you. I missed you Y/N and if I'm being honest I think I’m still in love with you.” He said as he reached for your right hand.

Your heart broke for him. It's probably because of the alcohol that he's gained a sudden burst of confidence. You missed him too, but not the way he misses you. You took his hand and squeezed it. “I missed you too, Doie. I really do. But there's something you need to know.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes, almost like begging to spare him from any pain. He knew whatever you were going to say would hurt him, his heart was once again slowly breaking.

“Doyoung, I'm getting married next week.” You said so softly, almost like a whisper, as if the softness of your voice would lessen the pain that your words have brought him.

You put your left hand on top of both of your hands and there was the confirmation on your ring finger. A diamond ring that blinded Doyoung. He slowly took his hand away and forced a smile.

“W-wow! I-uhm, congratulations Y/N, I am happy for you.” Doyoung replied. Faking a grin for you, but his eyes were honest. He felt his eyes getting warm with tears. “I'm sorry.” He said as he wiped his tears away.

You wanted to take his hand back, but you didn't want to cross any lines with him. “Don't apologize. I should be the one saying sorry to you. I didn't know you'll wait for me this long-”

“No. Please don't. Waiting for you is my own stupid decision. It wasn't your fault. So… who's the lucky guy?” He’s trying. Trying to act like his world didn't just fall apart.

“Doyoung, don't do this to yourself.” You begged, your own set of tears is threatening to fall.

He chuckled and wiped his cheeks, “Look Y/N, I have to. I have to accept this sooner or later and I'm choosing sooner.” He begged. “So, again, who’s the guy?” He smiled while his tears continued flowing down his face.

The night ended with you telling him how you met your fiancé and how he was one of your first friends when you moved to the city. How he helped you move on from Doyoung. How you fell for him first and how it took him two years to ask you on a date but only took him a year to ask for your hand in marriage.

Doyoung listened to you intently and saw how your eyes sparkled when talking about your fiancé. How you smiled shyly when you said his name. He remembered every moment he had with you and he's never seen you that happy.

He's hurt, yes, but he's more jealous. He envied you. He wanted that happiness too, and that kind of love that makes you feel like a brand new person. Maybe he didn't miss you, maybe he's just missing the thought of you, the feeling of being in love. He shrugged it off and smiled to himself.

At least one of you is happy.

Yesterday I got pretty drunk Said some things I shouldn't have Told you that I love you You did not reciprocate those feelings But that’s okay, I'll be fine anyway

Present Day

Doyoung ignored the calls and just laid there miserably in his black suit. It's probably just Joe, wondering where the hell is he. It's impossible that you’d call him, your ex-boyfriend, on your wedding day. And why did he ever agree to go to your wedding? Why is he doing this to himself? He guessed he wanted to see you seal the deal of his fate. After today, he has to finish your chapter of his book and move on with his life. But damn, this is a painful confirmation.

Your wedding starts at 6 PM and it's already 7 PM when Doyoung decides to leave his room and changes his attire to a semi-formal one. He loosened his tie and changed his dress shirt to a plain white tee. He put his suit and slacks back in the closet and took one of his navy work suits. He put on his denim jeans and picked the whitest sneakers he owned.

This attire feels more appropriate given that he missed the ceremony on purpose and will only be attending your reception. He didn't forget to bring his gift for you and your husband though, a simple chinaware set. Very traditional and cliche gift for a wedding. He knows you’d appreciate it all the same and if your fiancé, now husband, is a saint-like how you described him to be, he would appreciate his gift too.

He drove to an old mansion in the outskirts of town. The driveway is filled with cars that he could barely find a spot to park his, in the end, he chose to park a block away from the venue and walked.

The moment he went in, he was welcomed with white flowers and ribbons all over the place. An easel is standing by the door with a board written with both of you and your husband’s names.

“Taeyong and Y/N.” He mumbled to himself. His initial response is to cringe at the name of your husband but later chuckled at his own reaction. “Goodness, why do I have to be so bitter.”

He walked into where the people were with a genuine smile painted on his face. It still hurts, but it's less painful now that he could laugh about your wedding and your husband.

If he opened your wedding invitation he could have known where he was supposed to be seated, but he remembered discarding it to the trash as soon as he got it from the mail. He scanned the crowd and looked for Joe. He assumes he’s going to be seated with him since he's the only mutual friend he has with you.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Joe said, in the middle of chewing his baby potatoes. “I have been calling you an hour before and during the ceremony.”

He laughed and tapped his friend’s back, “Just because I already accepted my defeat doesn't mean I’d go and witness her getting married with that douchebag.” He looked at your groom who's smiling like an idiot while looking at you.

“Taeyong is anything but a douchebag, you jerk. The guy’s decent and he loves her.” Joe explained to him.

“I know, man. It just makes me feel better to call him a douchebag. I am happy for them, I'm just learning how not to be bitter.” He gave him a timid smile and he returned it. He sympathizes with him, he saw how he was in those four years he was left alone in this town.

Doyoung watched you dance, smile, laugh and kiss your husband. Yes, Doyoung loves you, but he wasn't sure if you're going to be this happy if you ended up with him. And seeing you like this somehow puts his aching heart at ease. Maybe at the right time, he could accept the friendship you offered him, maybe.

He stood up from his seat and went to the open bar. Sat by himself at the corner stool and a bartendress went to him. “What can I get for you, sir?” She asked enthusiastically while shaking a drink.

“One scotch on the rock with a twist please.” He answered, eyes are on you still.

Doyoung did not notice how the bartendress glanced up from what she was working on and checked him. A smile fell on her lips. “Celebrating or problematic?” She asked.

He whipped his head to her so quickly he wondered if he sprained his neck after that. His heart started beating loudly when he met her set of beautiful brown eyes.

“Celebrating.” He answered with certainty, but his eyes said otherwise.

She chuckled, “I don't think so.” She said as she slid down his drink to him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Doyoung found it funny how oddly familiar this conversation was to him. He laughed and looked down at his drink. “I don't know. Do you have any plans of going back to school?” He joked and snickered at the inside joke he just made.

She furrowed her brows, but Doyoung’s smile was contagious making her smile too. “No. I own the bar that the bride used to work at. I'm just covering for my brother, Joe, because he's invited to the wedding and I'm not.” She rolled her eyes.

Doyoung’s mouth went dry. “Wait, you're covering for who?” He said as if he heard it wrong.

“My brother? Joe? That bald guy right there.” She pointed at his friend and Joe waved at him and gave them a thumbs up. “So yeah. I'm a business owner, I'm not going anywhere.” She chuckled.

Doyoung smiled. Genuinely this time.

“Cool. Me too.”

I wrote this song for no one I wrote this song Woo, woo, oh Woo, woo, oh No, I wrote this song for no one

Another AN: to my love, @arrasuh thank you very much for once again beta reading this story! I have never been so confident in posting this story after having you beta read this. 🥺 You loved this story so much and even called this your new favourite and that is more than enough for me!!! Also, Ya’ll have to check her blog out, she’s a very good writer, and like me, she only really keep her stories in her drafts and google docs. But she’ll be posting her very first drabble in that account and I urge you guys to check it out 🤍

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Fated to be yours | Kim Jungwoo

Cupid au

pairing: cupid!Jungwoo x reader

warnings: death, mention of bullying, bus accident, I think there's one swear word (While none of the warnings I mentioned are explicitly described, I advise you not to read this if any of them trigger you.)

word count: 6.1 k

genre: angst, fantasy, fluff

synopsis: When a tragic ending makes room for a new beginning, it only makes sense for everything to fall into place. But sometimes second chances are even harder than the first. Especially when time and fate have their own way of things.

an: I finally got done with this. It took forever and It's still far from being perfect but I thought it would only be right to give you something on my birthday. I hope you enjoy and if anyone waited for this, I'm sorry I took so long. Please let me know what you think!

This is a continuation of this [03:23 pm] timestamp. You could read this on its own, but it would make more sense if you read both.

Taglist: @gangsta-dragon, @thelilyshope, @donkey-hyuck, @doeilovr

You shift uncomfortably in your seat,  

“What are you talking about?” 

Voice barely audible.  

Something about him makes you stay in your seat even when your senses tell you to run. 

“I’m not visible to you” he says once more. 

This time his tone irritates you, he isn’t even trying to make you understand. 

His cold eyes also have something else in them but you can’t quite make out what that is, it seems locked away. Only visible when you search for it. 

The sun makes his skin glow, so much that it almost looks see-through. Your eyes go down to his lips, they have the same shade of pink as his hair.  

For a split second, you see your surroundings lose colour and everything moves in slow motion. The people sitting around you look like frozen statues, none of them even blinks. Even the vehicles outside are standing still on the road. All the noise from the busy city has completely vanished. Whilst the clouds seem to be frozen in place. 

But you can still see Jungwoo, you can feel him closer to you than ever before and you hear him. You hear him so clearly even though he is not talking to you.  

Before you can even process what is happening, the sudden halt of the bus takes you out of your trance. The force almost makes you fall over. 

You grab onto the seat in front of you to balance yourself and you hear the voice of the bus driver shouting something out of his window. Everyone gets up to see what is going on, they start whispering to each other and you hear someone calling the emergency number. 

No one else seems to have felt what you just did as if you and everyone else were in two different places. 

You turn to Jungwoo, but the seat is empty.  

The gush of cold air hitting the side of your face makes you look over at the door, it’s wide open but nobody else seems to notice it.  

-- 

Jungwoo takes a deep breath to calm himself down. 

Something definitely happened, something that was not supposed to happen. 

Like a glitch almost, a spilt second where the universe was out of balance.  

The look he had seen in your eyes tells him that you experienced it too.  

How could you see him in the first place? Did he mess up somewhere?  

He takes out the small piece of rolled-up parchment from his pocket, not noticing his watch that has stopped running. 

“A step in the right direction after great hesitation. 

A twist of fate, On the destined date. 

The appointed hour, a blessing and curse combined,  

Your journey of one, six and eight.” 

No matter how much he tries to understand, none of the words make any sense to him.  

But he had to be quick because time was running out, that was the one thing he was sure of. 

-- 

Lost in your thoughts you don’t notice the message you had received from your friend asking you why you weren’t at work yet. 

It’s only when you see the name of your boss displayed on your screen, indicating that he is calling you, that you realise how much time has passed. 

Your eyes glide past the name to see what time it is.  

09:45 

You were supposed to start your shift almost an hour ago. And it doesn’t seem like you will be moving any time soon so you grab your bag and get off the bus.  

Luckily you weren’t too far away from your stop so you get there relatively fast. And after explaining the situation, your boss didn’t go into it any further. Which you were very thankful for. 

As the day goes by your thoughts drift off to Jungwoo, you keep thinking about his weird behaviour. 

The more you think about it, the more you understand that he wasn’t interested in you. He didn’t even care to have a chat with you out of courtesy. 

If only you hadn’t taken the bus that day, no if only you hadn’t gone up to him. No, you should’ve never invested your time in him or even let him into your head. 

A deep sigh leaves your mouth. 

No matter how much you try to forget it, a feeling of disappointment still settles in the pit of your stomach. He felt so different to you, you were almost sure he was like no other human being. 

But of course, that wasn’t the case. He was far from what you thought of him. Maybe it was your own fault for making up this “perfect façade” about someone you didn’t even know.  

And you were hoping to fall in love during the first snowfall of the year, “what a joke” you think to yourself. 

Maybe love just wasn’t for you. 

-- 

Snowflakes are falling softly on the ground, white and glistening, almost erasing all the troubles in the world. 

Jungwoo puts his hand out to catch one, even when he knows he can’t. He looks at it while it goes straight through him. But for the first time in a while, it makes him smile. 

Because a newfound hope has started to blossom in his chest. 

It had been a good day; he managed to bring together two couples and even healed a broken heart. His list was getting shorter and the possibility of regaining his life seemed to come a step closer each day. 

From the edge of the building, he is sitting on, he looks down the streets of the city that was once home to him. It had only been a couple of years since he left but a lot had changed. 

He spots a child holding onto the hand of his father, trying to keep up with his little feet. Wrapped in a big scarf and wearing little mittens on his hands, he looked absolutely adorable. Anyone could tell how much the father adored him, by the gentle smile grazing his face whilst holding his little hand tightly.  

Parental love, a love set deep in the heart but one that is very complex at the same time. 

He can’t even remember a time his own parents ever looked at him like that. Because they never did, not even once. He tried so hard for them, to make them like him, to please them and to love them. Hoping he would be loved in return. 

A couple walks in the opposite direction, holding hands and giggling slightly. The blush on their faces is evident even from all the way where he was sitting. 

First love, the overwhelming feeling of holding someone so close to your heart for the first time, one that he recognises all too well. 

Her bright eyes are still engraved in his brain, they were his favourite. Because they made his days bearable. The very last time he looked into her eyes she smiled at him. He felt happy, for once he genuinely felt happy. 

He spots a group of friends enjoying the evening in a little coffee shop at the end of the road. Chatting away about their day, sharing laughs and enjoying their youth.  

Friendship, a different kind of love, one that is easy to obtain and hard to let go of, one that is easier overlooked but a love destined for everyone. 

The only person in the world who accepted him for who he was and who loved him because of that. He was the only person that reached out his hand to him and held it until the very end. His one and only friend, Doyoung. 

At the thought of him, Jungwoo feels a sting in his chest. Something like an arrow being shot into his heart. 

He takes a few deep breaths before he takes out the parchment again. 

“This is the final thing you have to accomplish. If you find the right people and bring them together before your time is up, your second chance at life will be granted. You must be on time, even a minute plays a crucial role. Everything you need to know is writing on here.” 

The words keep playing in his head. 

One thing he did not understand is why this was delivered separately, and why this one was different to all his other cases. 

The sound of the opening door takes him by surprise. He didn’t expect anyone to be here at this hour or on a day like this.  

But he couldn’t care less because they wouldn’t know he was there anyway. 

“A twist of fate, on the destined date.” 

Something about this sentence makes him uncomfortable, it provokes worry. Because fate doesn’t have twists. It’s something that is meant to be, right? 

“Oh, you’re here too...” he hears a familiar voice say. 

He sees you standing by the door when he turns around and then he gets up and walks up to you. 

You start walking backwards but he is faster than you and before you know it you are standing with your back against the door. 

“I don’t know who you are and I don’t care who you are but if you are here to ruin things for me, spare your energy and go back to where you came from” 

You scoff at his words. 

“Listen here you prick, I got the memo this morning already! You don’t need to go on about that. But just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean you can treat me like this.” 

“Why are you here?” 

“Do I have to tell you about what I do with my life now too? Just get out of my way, I’m really not in the mood to argue” 

“Can you really see me?” 

“Then do you think I'm just talking to the air?" you answer, sighing heavily. 

Something doesn’t add up. 

You walk past him and go to sit on the other side. 

Jungwoo searches for a sign but there is nothing out of the ordinary. Even though he doesn’t trust you, he somehow knows you aren’t a threat to him. Which confuses him even more. 

“Could this be part of the assignment?” he thinks to himself. 

All he can do now is observe the situation so he decides to sit down too. 

For a while you both just sit there not saying anything, it’s strangely peaceful. Neither of you feeling anything. 

“I’m sorry,” Jungwoo says. 

“You are very rude, you know?” 

“I know, that’s why I’m apologising” 

When you turn to look at him, he is already facing you. The soft apologetic smile on his face makes your heart skip a beat.  

“It’s fine...” you say trying not to give away how much he affects you. 

“It’s not that I dislike you, I just thought- you were someone else” 

You nod at him not really knowing what to say, hearing his words makes you feel slightly better. 

As the misunderstanding is somewhat settled you slowly fall into a conversation, which goes on for hours into the night without either of you realising. 

Just like the time that is ticking away. 

The following days you still wait for him each morning but now he sits next to you and you spend your mornings with him before starting your day. And most evenings are spent on the rooftop, you meet practically every day but even so, there is never a dull moment between you two. 

You find out that you two had lived on the same road when growing up and even crossed paths when you still were in school. 

He understood your sense of humour that most people found lame. And there was always something to talk about. It just was so easy with him. Which made it even easier to fall for him. 

Jungwoo felt it too, he knew something changed. It was exciting and new to him...you felt different to him. 

-- 

He looks up to the publishing company in front of him. It was weird for him to be led to a specific place but he was sure he needed to be here for his next case. Not too long after entering, he finds the man he came for and he sees you sitting behind one of the many desks too. 

A rush of anxiety goes through his body at the thought of it being you he has to set up with him. So, he turns around and begins to walk out. But he knows can’t let personal feelings get in the way, no matter how much he dislikes it.  

He gets the little sachet filled with love and returns to the office. He looks at every move of the man after he has done what he needs to do. He can feel his heartbeat increasing with each passing minute. 

He sees him walk over to the row where you are sitting at. His fists have become white from how hard he is clenching them. But the man walks pasts your chair and goes up to a woman a couple of desks further.  

One thing leads to another and before you know it, he is down on his knee asking her to marry him. Jungwoo lets out the breath he was holding in this whole time. 

He feels selfish for being so happy that it wasn’t you, but at the same time, he can’t contain it.  

When you step out of the company that evening, you immediately spot your favourite smile across the street. Your heart does a little twirl when he tells you he has been waiting for you.  

“Can I take you somewhere?” he asks 

“Huh? Isn’t almost everything closed by now?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

You don’t even have to think about it, which confuses you. But at the same time, the question brings you peace as if it’s the most normal thing ever to trust him. 

You look at him and smile, “I do” 

He leads you all the way to the other side of the city. The further you get, the lesser the bustling of the evening gets. Almost as if you aren’t even in the same city anymore. 

Jungwoo leads you into a park. A look of recognition settles on your face when memories from high school come floating back. It had been ages since you last visited this place and you almost forget about it. 

After a while of walking in silence, Jungwoo turns to you with a huge grin on his face. 

“Close your eyes, please” 

You look at him with raised eyebrows and a playful smile but do as he asks. A couple of moments and warily steps later he tells you that you can look. 

A surprised gasp leaves your mouth as you look around. Endless bushes full of pink roses covered with a layer of thin ice come into view. 

“You like it?” you hear him ask 

“Yes, they are so beautiful” you answer as you carefully trace the icy petals of the flowers. 

You’re taking pictures when you look over at Jungwoo. He is standing surrounded by all the flowers. A soft smile is grazing his face and an unusual yet alluring energy is radiating off of him. You can’t take your eyes off of him so you decide to take a photo. 

What you don’t notice is how Jungwoo is slowly fading away on your phone. 

-- 

The pure joy on the elderly couple’s faces fills Jungwoo’s heart. Two people who had been searching for one another for more than 20 years while never giving up on their love for each other, could finally be together again. It was such an authentic form of love; one he was envious of.  

Maybe if the circumstances were different, he could have experienced it too. Spending a lifetime with one person... 

You enter his mind. 

Your curious eyes and the way you laughed at his jokes, or how cute you looked with your huge scarf that covered most of your face. He wouldn’t mind experiencing more moments like that, he wouldn’t mind at all if it was you. 

When he crosses out the elderly couple’s names, he notices he only has one more pair left. For some reason whoever, it does not make him happy. 

He was a step closer to his goal each day but something felt off, it seemed too good to be true. It was almost too easy. 

He puts the list away and strolls down the street, maybe he could see you again. 

And not much later, as if his heart led him to you, he sees you walking down the street. He hurries to catch up but then decides to stay a couple of steps behind you.   

Just as you reach the bus stop, you abruptly stop and turn around, catching him off guard. Jungwoo practically jumps in the air and you start laughing uncontrollably. 

“For fuck’s sake you almost gave me a heart attack” 

“That wouldn’t happen if you weren’t sneaking up on me, would it?” you ask, highly amused. 

“I was not sneaking up on you. I just wanted to say hi!” 

“Oh yeah of course”  

 “What are you doing here anyway?” you say as you pull your coat around you even tighter to keep yourself warm. 

“I was just in the area, are you cold?” 

“Yes, are you not? How come you are always dressed so lightly?” you ask him as you reach out to touch his cheeks. 

Jungwoo takes a step backwards but you still manage to cup his cheeks. He can feel your cold hands on his face and for the first time ever someone’s touch doesn’t go through him. 

He is at a loss for words, partly because he doesn’t understand and partly because it feels so foreign. It has been so long since he has physically felt anything. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say when you realise what you are doing.  

“No, no please don’t” you hear him say before he wraps his arms around you.  

“May I please hold you for a moment?”  

The mood suddenly shifts into something emotional, you both can feel it but you don’t acknowledge it. You allow him to hold you, sensing he needs it. 

Being in his arms felt safe, something like returning home.  

After what felt like ages, Jungwoo slightly pulls back and asks you if you have warmed up a bit. 

Not being able to look into his eyes, you nod while keeping your eyes on his chest.  

“You look so cute” you hear him say 

Now you were definitely feeling warmed up. His words made you feel butterflies all throughout your body. When you look up at him you see him looking back at you with his sweet smile. 

“You look cute too,” you say to him. 

He chuckles slightly and it’s the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard. 

You stand there looking into each other’s eyes with hearts beating in the same rhythm. 

You see Jungwoo’s eyes flicker down to your lips, and feeling a bit confident after his compliment you start to lean in.  

You see Jungwoo’s smile get bigger before you close your eyes.  

Before he can lean in, he suddenly hears a ticking sound. When he looks up to see where it comes from, he sees the familiar number appear above your head. All the blood disappears from his face when he realises what it means.  

You were his last assignment. 

He pulls away from you in shock but also disappointment. Out of everyone it had to be you. 

You open your eyes when you feel him pull away and ask if everything is alright. The look on his face tells you it’s not but he doesn’t say anything. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I-I think I should go,” he tells you. 

It’s so clearly visible, there is only one day left. 

Before you can say anything else your bus arrives and he is suddenly nowhere to be seen.  

You reach for your phone to call him but you realise you never asked for his number nor that you have ever seen him use his phone. 

-- 

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he takes out his list but doesn’t unfold it. This can’t be right. It can’t be you out of everyone in this city. He wishes so desperately that he is wrong but he knows he isn’t. He saw the numbers above your head, just like he had seen them for every one of the people he had to bring together. Indicating how long he had to find the right person for them and complete his task. It was tricky at first but after the first few couples, he got the hang of it and it actually became something he looked forward to. Because the look on everyone’s faces after he sealed their love for each other, was priceless.

But not this time, every second that passes makes him want to stop. It doesn’t even matter if he can get his life back now because what was the purpose of it if you were not going to be there with him? But he has no choice, he has to if he does not want to disappear completely.  

The paper feels rough on his fingers almost as if it’s digging into his skin, mocking him for even hoping something would work out for him. He knew he should never have let his guard down for you but it’s not like he could prevent it. Not with you.  

But the harsh reality is staring back at him once he unfolds and reads your name. The golden letters shine under the city lights. Was this why everything seemed so easy? Because he would be backstabbed in the end? Was this the reason why only this mission was written in riddles? So, he could feel his heart crumbling down while he solved it? Was this all a cruel joke he had to pay for just because he wanted a second shot at life? 

Jungwoo looks up at the sky with tears in his eyes as his hand crumbles the paper into a ball. But no matter how much pain he feels, the world just goes on. The buzzing of the city doesn’t die down nor do the stars stop sparkling in the night sky. 

-- 

One more day and all of this would end. 

Strolling through the streets he sees everyone setting up the last bits of decorations for valentine’s day. Everywhere he looks he sees pink and red hearts, flowers and signs. He wishes he could be here for it, to see the full effect of his hard work. The streets would be filled with people in love, falling in love and wanting to love. 

You’d be too...once he completes his mission, you’d be loved by someone that you love too. You’d be happy...with someone else. You’d spend your days with that person from now on... 

No matter how much he tries to prepare himself for it, he can’t accept it. How could he when he was in love with you? How could he be okay with binding you to someone else while he will disappear from your life? 

The one thing that slightly calms down his wavering feelings is the fact that your partner’s name has not yet been revealed to him. While waiting does make him anxious, he feels comforted by the thought he doesn’t have to go out and find them just yet.  

Then he feels it again, the same thing he felt on the bus. Everything and everyone seems to stop moving, even the snow falling down has stopped mid-air. This time whoever something happens. Golden light surrounds him and disappears into his pocket. Once reaches down he pulls out the list and the parchment, both being lit up by the light. But no matter how many times he looks and rereads them, nothing about them changes. 

As he follows the beam of the light, he sees the same ticking clock that has appeared on his wrist. Four golden numbers reveal the same countdown he had seen that night with you. 

The world starts moving again and everyone resumes what they were doing. Yet again, no one else seems to have experienced what he just did. 

-- 

The bus stops right in front of him like it does every single day but none of it is the same. He hesitates to get on and almost turns back when he sees your face, smiling so brightly at him. He gives you a small smile back while getting on and walks towards you. Every step he takes feels heavier than the last one. The ticking of the clock becomes louder and louder in his ears. 

“You’re finally here! I missed you this morning”, he hears you say. Making all the noise in his head disappear. 

“Sorry, I missed the bus” he lies.  

The way you are looking at him tells him that you don’t believe him but you don’t pry further. 

“I want to ask you something”  

Jungwoo turns his head to you and smiles. But you can see the sadness in his eyes. It’s so intense that it makes your heartache.  

“What is it?”  

There are a million things you want to ask him but can’t bring yourself to. 

“Can I get your number maybe? I realised we never exchanged them and it would be easier if anything like this morning happens again...don’t you think?” you laugh awkwardly  

He chuckles before responding, “I’m sorry but my phone broke a while ago” 

“Oh! that’s totally fine...” 

Maybe he doesn’t want my number, you think to yourself. The familiar disappointing feeling settles in your stomach. Maybe he doesn’t like me that much after all... 

Jungwoo notices how your mood has dropped and it kills him to know it’s because of him. He didn’t lie to you, ever since the accident his phone had been broken... 

There is something he has been contemplating ever since he found out you were his last mission. Everything will come to an end if he does it. Everything he has worked for all of this time will vanish and leave this world like it never existed. 

He knows and yet he chooses you.  

“Do you maybe want to go on a date tomorrow? It’s Valentine’s Day...” he asks a bit unsure. 

With a bright smile, you look up at him and nod. 

“I’d love that!” you tell him. The feeling in your stomach turns into a million butterflies. 

-- 

03:00 

Jungwoo pushes his sleeve back up once he sees there are only three hours left for your binding. While it’s strange your partner’s name hasn’t shown up yet, he isn’t too worried because he has dealt with similar cases. 

He makes his way over to the door and grabs the handle, then hesitates. If he goes to you and the person you are meant to be with shows up, then he won’t be able to do anything but complete his mission. But if they do not show up, he’ll disappear right in front of your eyes once the timer reaches its end. 

Both of the options break his heart even more. 

Time passes by without him moving from his spot. Eventually, he lets go and goes back to sit down. No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t do it.  

He takes out the parchment one last time. 

“A step in the right direction after great hesitation. 

A twist of fate, On the destined date. 

The appointed hour, a blessing and curse combined,  

Your journey of one, six and eight.” 

The sun is setting already when he feels his wrist light up again. 

02:00 

You must be wondering where he is, he thinks. Your date was supposed to start half an hour ago... 

“Your journey of 1-6-8...168 hours?” he quickly takes out his list to see when he brought together his first couple of this year.  

Exactly one week ago. 

“A step in the right direction after great hesitation...But that doesn’t seem right? I didn’t hesitate with any of the bindings...” 

That’s when it hits him. 

“I hesitated to get close to y/n!” 

His wrist begins to hurt as the light seems to have become brighter. 

01:30 

You’re standing in front of the café you agreed to meet at. An hour has passed and you still see no sign of him. But you keep waiting with the bouquet of pink roses and the new phone you bought him, in your hands.  

“He will be here”  

01:00 

“The appointed hour, a blessing and curse combined...The hour it’s all over! A blessing for y/n and a curse...for me?” 

So many things rush through his brain and he feels the blood streaming through his veins. His heartbeat is almost as loud as the cars passing by him. 

There is something he overlooked, something he completely disregarded in all of this. 

00:30 

“A twist of fate, On the destined date...” as soon as he reads out the remaining line, a sharp pain shoots through his arm. When he looks down, he sees the timer pulsating on his wrist.  

He grabs the edge he is sitting on as tightly as he can so he doesn’t fall off. He turns himself around and lets himself fall down on the concrete beside him. His hands are trembling uncontrollably and his breathing is staggered. There it is, the answer he has been looking for this entire time. Written in the same golden letters as your name and the clock. 

“Kim Jungwoo” 

He was the one fated to be yours.

00:20 

He gets up and sprints down as fast as he can, wishing with all that he has that you’re still waiting for him. 

00:10 

He arrives in front of the café but you aren’t there. He goes inside but you aren’t sitting at the many tables in the shop either.  

His wrist feels like it’s on fire and his lungs could give in at any moment, but he keeps running with the winter air hitting his face.  

00:05 

The tears running down his eyes disappear into the void before they reach the ground. He feels himself go weaker by the minute. Even his skin looks almost invisible. 

The bus stop is his last hope, it’s the only place he can think of and he so hopes he is right. The sounds around him start to quiet down and his surroundings become hazy. 

But he sees you so clearly. Standing at the bus stop like the very first time he saw you. 

“Y/n” he calls out with the last bit of energy he has left. 

00:00 

You turn around but there is no one. Only the occasional car passes by. The streets are as empty as you feel at the moment. For a slight second, you thought someone called your name, that he called your name. Maybe you just hoped for it... 

-- 

One year later 

“It’s that time of the year again everyone, love is in the air! And while this is a very happy day that we spend with a loved one, we’d like to remember the ones that no longer are with us. As they too deserve to be loved on a day like this. I’d first like to mention the devastating bus accident that happened exactly 5 years ago where a high school student named Kim Jungwoo, tragically left us after being hit by bus 32 while crossing the road. May he rest in peace and the people still mourning for him be given the strength to keep going forward. The second case we’d like to remember today...” 

You wipe away the tear running down your cheek while the radio beams through the bus. You're not even paying attention to what they're saying as you look at the seat next to you that is still empty. No matter how much time passes, there doesn’t go a day by where you don’t hope that he will get on and sit next to you. Tell you he is sorry for being late and flash you that smile you love so dearly. 

When you check the time on your phone, the photo you took of him is staring back at you. And a small smile appears on your face. “I’ll see you in a bit...” you whisper. 

After searching for so long, you found out where he went. For a long time, you tried to forget about him but you couldn’t. So, you searched for him everywhere. You resented him but you loved him. You couldn’t just let go thus you found him eventually... 

After ringing the bell you get off at the cemetery. 

You make your way through the different rows of headstones while you clutch the flowers tightly to your chest.  

You see a man standing at the place you were looking for. He keeps apologising for something and tears keep running down his cheeks. Eventually, you see him drop to his knees while letting out an agonizing scream. 

The sound of pure heartbreak in his voice is too much for you so you start crying with him as you can’t hold yourself back. 

After what seems forever you approach him and lay down the flowers in your hands.  

“Are you here for Jungwoo?” he asks you with a broken voice 

You slowly nod as you wipe your eyes. 

“Are you a family member? Oh, I’m sorry if I’m overstepping...” 

“No, I’m his best friend...”  

“Doyoung?”  

He looks up at you with a surprised expression on his face. “Do I know you?” 

“Jungwoo told me all about you” you explain. 

Doyoung looks at the headstone in front of him with a pained expression on his face. 

“Did he mention how I’ve been an awful friend?”  

You shake your head slightly and say, “actually he spoke very highly of you. He told me you were always there for him. And that he was glad he was able to meet a friend like you.” 

The tears keep falling down his face. 

“I don’t deserve to be remembered like that. Not- not after what I did to him...” 

“I’m sure he thinks differently. He never once spoke badly about you. He never spoke badly about anyone, to begin with...” 

“He didn’t...he loved a lot, too much sometimes.”  

“So, you shouldn’t talk about yourself like this, he wouldn’t have wanted it.” 

Slowly but surely, you both fall into a deep conversation about the one you held so dearly to your heart. 

“Could you tell me what happened, please?” you ask unsurely 

Doyoung takes a deep breath and looks down at his hands on his lap. 

“He got bullied all throughout high school. There was no reason for it but they never stopped...Jungwoo never liked conflict so he would just bear all of it on his own. I tried to be there for him whenever but in senior year this new girl joined and he suddenly changed. Jungwoo caught feelings for her and that just added to everything. She was part of that group and when word got out that he liked her, the bullying became worse. There were days he would end up in the hospital but even then, it didn’t matter to him because she cared about him. But that wasn’t the case because she is the reason he isn’t here anymore.” 

A fresh set of tears start to roll down his face. 

“He didn’t believe she had bad intentions. I-I should have stopped it....it was valentine’s day just like today, a few days before his birthday when she asked him to come help her because she was stuck at school. I warned him not to believe her and asked him not to go...but I didn’t stop him when he insisted. He said he just wanted to check if she was safe...I don’t know what happened inside but when I went after him, he was already running out while crying...he didn’t look good; they had hurt him. Then-then...he ran across the street...I was too late...I let it happen before my eyes...” 

You stroke his back in an effort to comfort him even though you barely can compose yourself. 

A heavy silence, only broken with an occasional snuffle settles in. 

“How did you know him?” you hear him ask after a while. 

“We both took the same bus home every day so we met naturally; it was spring when I saw him for the first time. I can’t believe it’s been a year already...It feels like yesterday when I went up to him-” 

Doyoung looks at you with a confused expression on his face, “What do you mean a year? Jungwoo has been gone for five years already...” 

You feel as if time has stopped yet again, your hands feel clammy and your head can’t comprehend what he is telling you.  

“That’s not possible...I even took this photo of him” you take out your phone again with shaky hands. But when you look down at your screen to show him, your phone falls out of your hand. 

He is no longer there.